Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andy Fairweather Low
Andy Fairweather Low
Guitar
Roger Daltrey
Roger Daltrey
Vocals
Pete Townshend
Pete Townshend
Electric Guitar
John Entwistle
John Entwistle
Bass Guitar
Kenney Jones
Kenney Jones
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Entwistle
John Entwistle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glyn Johns
Glyn Johns
Producer

Lyrics

Up here on the ledge
I'm getting pushed to the edge
People line up behind me to step into my shoes
Up here on the precipice
I'm getting close to my nemesis
People fighting each other to jump into my blues
There's a young kid inside me somewhere
He stays up all night, a vampire that never dies
With the blood and the moon in his eyes
I hear his voice when I'm coming down
Sleep is for fools, who never see the sunrise
Who never get to live twice
I was a face in a magazine
When you were still playing with your plasticine
Now you're dogging my tail, riding the slipstream
You can take the fans and the enemies
The little girls who squeeze and tease
Then pass on their social disease
Go get your penicillin
I know you young and dumb
I know where you're coming from
Don't know where you're going to
But I been there same as you
You're running out of ideas
And new hats to try on
I know you middle age
Same song, different page
I know what you're going through
Made the same mistakes as you
All you want is some hope
And a shoulder to cry on
There is a stranger inside me somewhere
That shadow behind me, don't even look like me
An echoed apology
He's a wolf in a sheep's disguise
I wake up in places I don't even recognize
Pretender in paradise
It's your turn, step up and take it
If you've got the guts to hang on
You can make it
Come on, come on, come on
Ooh take it!
Written by: John Entwistle
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