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

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
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

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
And I don't know which of those I 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're walking through the only door
I have lost my eyesight like I said I would but I still know

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