| 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'
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| — -by the flowers. |