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

I've crippled your heart a hundred times
And still can't work out why
See, I've got this disease, I can't shake
And I'm just rattling through life

Well, oh, this is how we do things now
This is how the modern stay scared
So I cut out all the good stuff
Yeah, I cut of my foot to spite my leg

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

I am ill but I'm not dead
And I don't know which of those I'd prefer
Because that limb which I have lost
It was the only thing holding me up
Holding me up

I'm lying on the ground now
And you walk in 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
And you are back for even more of exactly the same
Well, are you a masochist?
You love a modern leper on his last leg

You're not ill and I'm not dead
Doesn't that make us the perfect pair?
You should sit with me and we'll start again
And you can tell me all about what you did today
What you did today