A 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 a skopitish rain But vitally he doesn't miss them: He is too fucked up to care
Well is that you, in front of me, coming back for even more as I'll be the same Well, you must be a masochist, to live among a leper, on his last leg, on his last leg
Well, I crippled your heart a hundred times, but still can't work out why You see, I have got this disease, well, I can't shake and I'm just rattling through life Oh, well, this is how you do things now, yeah, this is how the modern stay scared So I'll cut off all the good stuff, yeah I'll cut off my fruit despite my leg
Is that you, in front of me , coming back for even more as I'll be the same Well, you must be a masochist to live among a leper, on his last leg Well, I am ill, but I'm not dead, and i don't know which generalist I prefer Because that limb, which I could have lost ,it was the only thing holding me up Holding me up
I'm laying on the ground and your walking through the ornery door Well, I have lost my eye sight, like i said i would, but I just do not know
And that is you, in front of me, and you look even more exactly the same Well aren't you a masochist, to live among a leper on his last leg Well you're are not ill, but I'm not dead Doesn't that make us a perfect pair? So sit with me And we'll start again And you can tell your body where you have been today, where you have been today