A cripple walks amongst you, all you tired human beings
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He's got all the things a cripple has not, two working arms and legs
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And vital parts fall from his system and dissolve in Scottish rain
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Vitally, he doesn't miss them; he's too fucked up to care
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Well is that you in front of me?
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Coming back for even more of exactly the same
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You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
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On his last leg
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Well I crippled your heart a hundred times and still can't work out why
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You see, I've got this disease I can't shake and I'm just rattling through life
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Well this is how we do things now, yeah this is how the modern stay scared
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So I cut out all the good stuff, yeah I cut off my foot to spite my leg
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Well is that you in front of me?
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Coming back for even more of exactly the same
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You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
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Well I am ill but I'm not dead
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And I don't know which of those I prefer
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Because that limb which I have lost
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Well it was the only thing holding me up
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Holding me up
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Well I'm lying on the ground now and you're walking through the only door
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Well I have lost my eyesight like I said I would
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But I still know
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And that is you in front of me
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And you are back for even more of exactly the same
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Well are you a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg?
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And you're not ill and I'm not dead
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Doesn't that make us the perfect pair?
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Just you and me, we'll start again
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And you can tell me all about what you did today
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What you did today
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The Modern Leper
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Frightened Rabbit |