Lyrics

a cripple walks amongst you all, you tired human beings, he's got all the things a cripple has, not two working arms and legs, and vital parts fall from his system, and dissolve in scottish rain, vitally, he doesn't miss them, he's too fucked up to care, is that you in front of me?, coming back for even more of exactly the same, you must be a masochist, to love a modern leper on his last leg, on his last leg, well, i've crippled your heart a hundred times, and still can't work out why, you see, i've got this disease, i'm just rattling, i'm just shaking through life, well, this is how we do things now, yeah, this is how the modern stay scared, well, i cut out all the good stuff, yeah, i cut off my foot to spite my leg, and is that you in front of me?, coming back for even more of exactly the same, and you must be a masochist, to love a modern leper on his last leg, and i'm not ill but i'm not dead, and i don't know which of those i prefer, because that limb that i have lost, it was the only thing holding me up, holding me up, well, i'm lying on the ground now, and you're walking through the only door, and i have lost my eyesight like i said i would, but i still know, that that is you in front of me, coming back for even more of exactly the same, and are you a masochist?, you love a modern leper on his last leg, and you're not ill and i'm not dead, doesn't that make us the perfect pair?, so settle down and we'll start again, and you can tell me all about what you did today, what you did today

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Artist: turner, frank