Lyrics Frank Turner

Frank Turner

The Modern Leper

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

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've crippled your heart a hundred times

And still can't work out why

You see, I've got this disease

I'm just rattling, I'm just shaking through life

Well, this is how we do things now

Yeah, this is how the modern stay scared

Well, I cut out all the good stuff

Yeah, I cut off my foot to spite my leg

And is that you in front of me?

Coming back for even more of exactly the same

And you must be a masochist

To love a modern leper on his last leg

And I'm not ill but I'm not dead

And I don't know which of those I prefer

Because that limb that I have lost

It was the only thing holding me up

Holding me up

Well, I'm lying on the ground now

And you're walking through the only door

And 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

And are you a masochist?

You love a modern leper on his last leg

And you're not ill and I'm not dead

Doesn't that make us the perfect pair?

So settle down and we'll start again

And you can tell me all about what you did today

What you did today