Lyrics
Cripple walks amongst you
All you tired human beings
He's got all the things a cripple has not
Working arms and legs
And vital parts fall from his system
And dissolve in the Scottish rain
But vitally, he doesn't miss them
He's too fucked up to care
Well 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 crippled your heart a hundred times
And still can't work out why
See, I've got this disease that I can't shake
And I'm just rattling through life
And this is how we do things now
This is how the modern stay scared
So I cut out all the good stuff
I cut off my foot to spite my leg
Well 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
Well I am ill but I'm not dead
I don't know which of these I prefer
Because that limb which 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
Well 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
Well are you a masochist?
To love a modern leper on his last leg
But you're not ill and I'm not dead
Doesn't that make us the perfect pair?
Just sit with me, we'll start again
And you can tell me all about what you did today
What you did today