His bag was as close to me As the memory of his father and me But he moved it away before I had the chance to look into it at all His reaction was an eye full
But I still had my mouth full And I couldn't tell the truth We had everything to lose
So I stood on a cigarette And decided we hadn't finished yet I should tell him before I forget I'm surprised he hasn't guessed it yet
Take your pity and sympathy 'Cos there is nothing wrong with me
The crutch in his wrinkled hand Cracked my spine and it wrecked me fine Black fingernails dug in I was wretching and he cracked a grin I was frail I was painfully thin I never found my safety net
Take your pity and sympathy 'Cos there is nothing wrong with me