Four Faces Songtext
von The Who
Four Faces Songtext
He kicked me out
He kicked me out
He kicked me out
He kicked me out
You must′ve heard of them, a kind of screwed-up blend
Split personality
Two sides to fight and argue all night
Over coffee or tea
Well that's okay, I wouldn′t mind, touché
Or even three, and that's no joke
But with a four-way split, the pocket money's hit
And all of me is broke
I got four heads inside my mind
Four rooms I′d like to lie in
Four selves I want to find
And I don′t know which one is me
I get four papers in the box each day
Four girls ringing that I want to date
I look in the mirror and see my face
But I don't know which one is me (Don′t know which one is me)
He kicked me out, he kicked me out
He kicked me out, he kicked me out
I wake up over here and then I'm over here
I′m trying to brush my teeth
It's little things that are hard
Like starting up the car and I′m still underneath
I get along alright, in fact it's fun at night
I get four-dimensional dreams
But I have to think before I take a drink
I get hungover times sixteen
There are four records I want to buy
Four highs I'd like to try
Every letter I get I send four replies
And I don′t know which one′s from me
I've got four hang-ups I′m trying to beat
Four directions and just two feet
I've got a very very secret identity
And I don′t know which one is me
You think it's funny, I can tell
Well, you don′t understand too well
I get so lonely and turned around
But I can't let it bring me down
I got four hang-ups I'm trying to beat
Four directions and just two feet
Got a very very secret identity
And I don′t know which one is me
He kicked me out
He kicked me out
He kicked me out
You must′ve heard of them, a kind of screwed-up blend
Split personality
Two sides to fight and argue all night
Over coffee or tea
Well that's okay, I wouldn′t mind, touché
Or even three, and that's no joke
But with a four-way split, the pocket money's hit
And all of me is broke
I got four heads inside my mind
Four rooms I′d like to lie in
Four selves I want to find
And I don′t know which one is me
I get four papers in the box each day
Four girls ringing that I want to date
I look in the mirror and see my face
But I don't know which one is me (Don′t know which one is me)
He kicked me out, he kicked me out
He kicked me out, he kicked me out
I wake up over here and then I'm over here
I′m trying to brush my teeth
It's little things that are hard
Like starting up the car and I′m still underneath
I get along alright, in fact it's fun at night
I get four-dimensional dreams
But I have to think before I take a drink
I get hungover times sixteen
There are four records I want to buy
Four highs I'd like to try
Every letter I get I send four replies
And I don′t know which one′s from me
I've got four hang-ups I′m trying to beat
Four directions and just two feet
I've got a very very secret identity
And I don′t know which one is me
You think it's funny, I can tell
Well, you don′t understand too well
I get so lonely and turned around
But I can't let it bring me down
I got four hang-ups I'm trying to beat
Four directions and just two feet
Got a very very secret identity
And I don′t know which one is me
Writer(s): Peter Dennis Blandfor Townshend Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com