Tough boys running the streets, come a little closer. Rough toys under the sheets, nobody knows her.
Pete TownshendWe've got to fool the fools, and plan the plans. We must rule the rules, got to stand the stands.
Pete TownshendYoung and old will sit and judge unfeeling, while the empty churches' bells are pealing. And the green hills lay ignored, untended, lonely watchers remain unbefriended.
Pete Townshend