(Originally by Frightened Rabbit)

A cripple walks amongst you all, you tired human beings.
He's got all the things a cripple has, not two working arms or 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, I've crippled your heart a hundred times, still can't work out why.
You see, I've got this disease that I can't shake, 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.

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.
I'm not ill, but I'm not dead,
And I don't know which of those I'd prefer,
Because that limb that 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,
Coming 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,
Doesn't that make us the perfect pair?
Settle down, we'll start again,
And you can tell me all about what you did today.