Texty: Roger Daltrey. Bitter and Twisted.
The psychopath never takes a bath
'Cause he'll wash away his hate
And we crowd and bark in the damp and dark
As old Scrooge comes through the gate
They whisper in the hall and he rattles at the door
As a smile behind the blind
Because I'm leaving soon, you can keep your dirty room
And your dirty screwed up mind
Don't pop in, it's a deadly sin
If your living in fear of hell
Hearts beat fast, as he stops to crash
Hear the stories he has to tell
You can try to frighten me
You can think whatever you like
You can try to better me
'Cause I'm coiled and ready to strike
All your life, you've toed the line
Never trieved and never resisted
And now your running out of time
All you ever feel is bitter and twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
The businessman puts a shaky hand
Through a space beneath the wall, bitter twisted
Where a lonely queen is a sex machine
Just to answer natures call, bitter twisted
The first mans wife holds a kitchen knife
But she can't stand the site of blood, bitter twisted
So she takes her pills and he's always ill
And they both dream of super studs
Getting off on guilty minds
Turning on to what's not aloud
Nothing real or nothing kind
Tell me how you'll ever feel proud
All your life you've lived a lie
All closed up the way you existed
Now your running out of time
All you ever feel is bitter and twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
...
'Cause he'll wash away his hate
And we crowd and bark in the damp and dark
As old Scrooge comes through the gate
They whisper in the hall and he rattles at the door
As a smile behind the blind
Because I'm leaving soon, you can keep your dirty room
And your dirty screwed up mind
Don't pop in, it's a deadly sin
If your living in fear of hell
Hearts beat fast, as he stops to crash
Hear the stories he has to tell
You can try to frighten me
You can think whatever you like
You can try to better me
'Cause I'm coiled and ready to strike
All your life, you've toed the line
Never trieved and never resisted
And now your running out of time
All you ever feel is bitter and twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
The businessman puts a shaky hand
Through a space beneath the wall, bitter twisted
Where a lonely queen is a sex machine
Just to answer natures call, bitter twisted
The first mans wife holds a kitchen knife
But she can't stand the site of blood, bitter twisted
So she takes her pills and he's always ill
And they both dream of super studs
Getting off on guilty minds
Turning on to what's not aloud
Nothing real or nothing kind
Tell me how you'll ever feel proud
All your life you've lived a lie
All closed up the way you existed
Now your running out of time
All you ever feel is bitter and twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
Bitter, twisted
Bitter, twisted, twisted
...
Roger Daltrey