Gary Gilmore's Eyes

I'm lying in the hospital I'm pinned against the bed
A stethoscope upon my heart, a hand against my head
They're peeling off the bandages, I'm wincing in the light
The nurse is looking anxious and she's quivering with fright

I'm looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes

The doctors are avoiding me, my vision is confused
I listen to my earphones and I catch the evening news
A murderer's been killed and he donates his sight to science
I'm locked into a private ward, I realize that I must be

Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes

Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes

I smash the light in anger, push my bed against the door
I close my lids across the eyes and wish to see no more
The eyes receives the messages and sends them to the brain
No guarantee the stimuli must be perceived the same

When looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes

Gary don't need his eyes to see
Gary and his eyes have parted company (yeah)

„Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. T.V. Smith
Kann sich daran noch einer erinnern?
Wir jedenfalls nich'
,Großalarm'"