Baba O'Riley sing and play along

Out here in the fields

I fight for my meals,

I get my back in to my liv ing.

I don't need to fight

to prove I'm right.

I don't need to be for giv en.

Don't cry;

don't raise your eye.

It's on ly teen age waste land.

Sal ly, take my hand,

We'll trav el south, 'cross land.

Put out the fire and don't look past my shoul der.

The ex o dus is here;

the hap py ones are near.

Let's get to geth er be fore we get much old er.

Teen age waste land;

it's on ly teen age waste land.

Teen age waste land;

(it's on ly) teen age waste land.

They're all wast ed!