In A Hand Or A Face Lyrics

 (Townshend)
 
 Ain't it funny how they're all Cleopatra
 When you gaze into their past
 When you find out about their birth signs
 You realize there was no need to have asked
 
 All the history of a soul in torment
 Ingrained in a hand or a face
 Ain't it funny how they all fire the pistol
 At the wrong end of the race
 
 I am going round and round
 I am going round and round
 I am going round and round
 I am going ro
Going round and round
 
 There's a man going through your dust bin
 Only this time he's looking for food
 There's a tear in his eye, you don't know him
 Oh but you know what he's going through
 
 Ain't it funny that you can't seem to help him
 Feelin' sick as he staggers away
 Is it weird that you hate a stranger
 Can a detail correct your dismay
 
 I am going round and round
 I am going round and round
 I am going round and round
 I am going round
 Going round and round