by Pete Townshend
Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right
And I don't need to be forgiven
My kids ain't gonna break my heart
My greed ain't gonna spoil their part
This land just has to be a new one
I'm gonna tan underneath a new sun
Don't cry, don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland
Don't have the latest suit, the long grass is my fruit
I am really ordinary man
The family is free to do just as they please
And we all sleep together in the caravan
Hey you, don't walk on the turnips
My lord, when will they ever learn it
Look there, nations of travelling children
Nowhere to go to escape the chill wind
Don't cry, don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland
My kids ain't gonna break my heart
And my greed ain't gonna spoil their part
This land just has to be a new one
I'm gonna tan underneath a new sun
Sally, take my hand
Travel south cross-land
Put out the fire and don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get home before we get older
Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
They're all wasted
N.B. This is an earlier version of - and different song from - The Who's more well-known Baba O'Riley.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Teenage Wasteland
Labels: The Who, Waste Land
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