Dead Leg from CH*PPY by Babylon Squeak
Tracklist
| 2. | Dead Leg | 5:48 |
Lyrics
DEAD LEG
Dead leg - it’s the living end
Dead leg - I’m twisted, going round the bend
Dead leg - don’t be a fool, it’s a bad trip
These are the days my diary dearly wants to skip
Dead leg…
I’m confined to this scratchy bed
Doctor’s orders I must obey
With a divebombing fly for company
Like a toppled dictator’s statue I lay
Watching shadows grow
Where does the wind go?
Praise Marx and pass the laudanum
If I don’t get well soon
Next stop: autopsy room
Cause of death: overdose of boredom
Dead leg…
Left foot painfully elevated
A horizontal stormtrooper
My unpillowed bean can’t see the TV
Steaming in a semi-super stupor
The control
It’s too remote
It’s inches beyond my clawing reach
And where’s my wallet?
Nurse has got it
Melting my cards on some scorching beach
Dead leg - it’s the living end
Dead leg - I’m twisted, going round the bend
For all the social sympathedia
And smiley-faced wishes for a cure-all
My guest book remains unsigned
It’s just two names away from going plural
This is how
I realise now
Why my bedside is people-nude here
Social media, aye?
Is one fat stinking lie
What they mean is social you, dear
Dead leg
Bananas are bruised, all the water’s used
Batteries and fags have run out
Could this so-called life get any wronger?
Of course it can! Come in, Mr Gout
Oh, that’s torn it
There’s a thousand hornets
Drilling their way out of my big toe
Their over-sharpened picks
Are sulphuric acid-tipped
They’ve hit a nerve and they won’t let go
Dead leg - it’s the living end
Dead leg - I’m twisted, going round the bend
Dead leg - don’t be a fool, it’s a bad trip
These are the days my diary dearly wants to skip
Dead leg
