Well, I crippled your heart a hundred times And still can't work out why You see, I've got this disease I can't shake And I'm just rattling through life Well, this is how we do things now Yeah, this is how the modern stay scared So I cut out all the good stuff Yeah, 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
