Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sex for the Disabled , by - Momus. Song from the album The Poison Boyfriend, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 09.08.1987
Record label: Cherry Red
Song language: English
Sex for the Disabled |
| Before the accident you were just a square |
| And I was a Hell’s Angel in leathers and long hair |
| Before the accident you were a fanatic |
| And I was a motorbike mechanic |
| And which of us was stronger then |
| And which of us was stranger |
| A woman pumping iron or a liberal Hell’s Angel? |
| Before the accident when my somersaulting Triumph |
| Entered the gymnasium of the female Goliath |
| And I don’t know if you felt for me |
| Or if you shared my dreams |
| But when my speed machine hit your weight machine |
| I know you heard my screams |
| And across my leather jacket it says 'Sex for the disabled' |
| And across your macho breasts 'Get fit for life' |
| Before the accident you kept out of sight |
| Working behind curtains till your body shape was right |
| The only man you touched was your tutor in karate |
| I (beep)ked every eligible party |
| And which of us was crippled then |
| And which of us more painful? |
| A woman pumping iron or a liberal Hell’s Angel? |
| Before the accident when I careered akimbo |
| Through your plate glass window |
| And as I lay in agony from a thousand savage cuts |
| You privatised the hospital and you wished me luck |
| And across my leather jacket it says 'Sex for the disabled' |
| And across your macho breasts 'Get fit for life' |
| Before the accident, before '79 |
| Before the wheelchair that was such a different time |
| Every man an anarchist, we were all into 'Zen |
| And the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance' then |
| And which of us were hawks and which of us were doves? |
| When you broke off peace talks and we broke off free love |
| Before the accident when you came to power |
| And the poor got on their bikes and we got off ours |
| And the Age of Aquarius changed overnight |
| To an Age of Economists serving the right |
| Yeah, our Triumphs turned to wheelchairs, oh don’t times change? |
| And maybe we had nothing to lose but our chains |
| So now you’re the angels, the thugs in authority |
| And we’re just another castrated minority |
| And across our leather jackets it says 'No sex for the disabled' |
| And across your macho breasts 'Unfit for life' |
| — -by the flowers. |