The Modern Leper

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
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

I crippled your heart a hundred times and still can’t work out why
You see I’ve got this disease that I can’t shake and I’m just rattling through life
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

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
I don’t know which of those I prefer
Because that limb which I have lost
It was the only thing holding me up

I’m lying on the ground now and you walk in through the only door
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
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