Bitter and Twisted
Daltrey Roger Lyrics

The psychopath never takes a bath
The psychopath doesn't want to wash away their feelings of hate.

'Cause he'll wash away his hate.
The psychopath feels a strong emotion of hatred that they do not want to lose.

And we crowd and bark
We are all huddled together and shouting.

In the damp and dark,
We are doing this in an area that is cold and wet.

As old Scrooge comes through the gate.
Old Scrooge is joining us and coming through the gate.

They whisper in the hall,
People are whispering in a hallway.

And he rattles at the door,
Someone is shaking and making noise at the door.

As a smile behind the blind.
Someone smiling behind closed curtains of a window.

Because I'm leaving soon
I will be departing shortly.

You can keep your dirty room,
You can lay claim to your filthy living space.

And your dirty screwed up mind.
And own up to the perverse thoughts in your head.

Don't pop in, It's a deadly sin,
Do not come in as it would be very wrong.

If your living in fear of Hell.
If you have anxiety concerning eternal suffering.

Hearts beat fast, as he stops to crash,
The singer's heart races as he prepares to confront a problem.

Hear the stories he has to tell.
Listen to the narratives that he has yet to disclose.

You can try to frighten me
You may try and scare me.

You can think whatever you like
You are free to have your opinions.

You can try to better me
You can put in more effort than I do.

'Cause I'm coiled and ready to strike.
The singer is prepared to retaliate.

All your life you've toed the line
Your entire life you have followed instructions.

Never tried and never resisted
You never made any attempts to rebel.

And now your running out of time
Now, you are coming up against the end of your existence.

All you ever feel is bitter and twisted.
All you can seem to feel is angry and resentful.

The businessman puts a shaky hand
The entrepreneur has unsteady hands.

Through a space beneath the wall.
He is putting his hand through a cavity in the wall.

Where a lonely queen is a sex machine,
Where there is a reclusive lady who only partakes in intercourse.

Just to answer natures call.
Just to fulfill her biological needs.

The first mans wife holds a kitchen knife,
The first man's spouse is carrying a kitchen utensil with them.

But she can't stand the site of blood.
However, she is repelled by blood.

So she takes her pills
She consumes pills.

And he's always ill
Her spouse is perpetually sick.

And they both dream of super studs.
And both her and her partner fantasy about muscular men.

Getting off on guilty minds
Receiving ecstasy from people who are troubled.

Turning on to what's not aloud
Men and women becoming aroused by subjects that are taboo.

Nothing real or nothing kind
Not experiencing anything genuine or compassionate.

Tell me how you'll ever feel proud.
In this kind of situation, how can one feel proud of themselves?

All your life you've lived a lie
Your entire existence has been a deception.

All closed up the way you existed
You have concealed your authentic self.

Now your running out of time
At present, you are quickly running out of time.

All you ever feel is bitter and twisted.
All you can seem to feel is angry and resentful.

Bitter
Angry and resentful.

Twisted
Mangled and distorted.

Bitter
Irritated and resentful.

Twisted twisted
Tangled and contorted.

Bitter
Sour and resentful.

Twisted
Deformed and warped.

Bitter
Harsh and resentful.

Twisted twisted
Contorted and distorted.