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I think this is the closest Neil has come to emulating Pete Townshend's lyrical style (although not necessarily intentionaly).
"Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell It's like Russian roulette to you
Sweat running cold, you can't face growing old It's a personal threat to you
The world is a cage for your impotent rage But don't let it get to you"
Very PT in the late 70's/EArly 80's.
I think this is the closest Neil has come to emulating Pete Townshend's lyrical style (although not necessarily intentionaly).
"Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell It's like Russian roulette to you
Sweat running cold, you can't face growing old It's a personal threat to you
The world is a cage for your impotent rage But don't let it get to you"
Very PT in the late 70's/EArly 80's.