Come To Mama — Pete Townshend

Pride is like a bandage He is wrapped in a warm cocoon His pride is like Heroin He is back inside the womb His pride is like an Ocean Encircled by a reef His pride's an hypnotic potion His memory is a leaf

Her pride is like an armour Flaming ring of fire Her pride is like a blindness An ever tightening wire Her pride is like a razor A Surgeon's purging knife Her pride is like a censor She's slashed out half her life