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 the Scottish rain
Vitally, he doesn't miss the news, 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 crippled your heart a hundred times and still can't work out why
See, I've got this disease that I can't shake and I'm just rattling through life
Well 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
Well I am ill but I'm not dead
And I don't know which of these 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

That is you in front of me
And you are back for even more of exactly the same
Are you a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg?
You're not ill and I'm not dead
And 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