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Before the accident you were just a square |
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And I was a Hell's Angel in leathers and long hair |
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Before the accident you were a fanatic |
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And I was a motorbike mechanic |
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And which of us was stronger then |
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And which of us was stranger |
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A woman pumping iron or a liberal Hell's Angel? |
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Before the accident when my somersaulting Triumph |
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Entered the gymnasium of the female Goliath |
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And I don't know if you felt for me |
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Or if you shared my dreams |
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But when my speed machine hit your weight machine |
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I know you heard my screams |
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And across my leather jacket it says 'Sex for the disabled' |
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And across your macho breasts 'Get fit for life' |
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Before the accident you kept out of sight |
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Working behind curtains till your body shape was right |
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The only man you touched was your tutor in karate |
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I (beep)ked every eligible party |
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And which of us was crippled then |
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And which of us more painful? |
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A woman pumping iron or a liberal Hell's Angel? |
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Before the accident when I careered akimbo |
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Through your plate glass window |
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And as I lay in agony from a thousand savage cuts |
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You privatised the hospital and you wished me luck |
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And across my leather jacket it says 'Sex for the disabled' |
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And across your macho breasts 'Get fit for life' |
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Before the accident, before '79 |
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Before the wheelchair that was such a different time |
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Every man an anarchist, we were all into 'Zen |
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And the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance' then |
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And which of us were hawks and which of us were doves? |
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When you broke off peace talks and we broke off free love |
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Before the accident when you came to power |
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And the poor got on their bikes and we got off ours |
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And the Age of Aquarius changed overnight |
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To an Age of Economists serving the right |
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Yeah, our Triumphs turned to wheelchairs, oh don't times change? |
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And maybe we had nothing to lose but our chains |
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So now you're the angels, the thugs in authority |
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And we're just another castrated minority |
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And across our leather jackets it says 'No sex for the disabled' |
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And across your macho breasts 'Unfit for life' |
