Crutches -

Despite their threats, I had no bucks to pay

And they’d broken my spine at the end of the fray

The surgeon frowned in disgust and dismay for the x-rays revealed my destroyed

vertebrae

I can’t walk, I can’t walk, I can’t walk, I can’t walk:

I’ll forever need crutches to give me support

I’m an object of laughter, an object of sport

But I really don’t care, ‘cause I’m comfortable with my crutches

Throughout the country, the healer was known

So he smiled and reclined on his ivory throne

His disciples and minions snatched my crutches from me

And they laughed and they sneered as I fell to my knees

You can walk, you can walk, you can walk, you can walk:

You don’t need to rely on any means of support

You’re an object of laughter, an object of sport if you keep on deluding

yourself that you need your crutches

Before they broke the news, they broke my crutches over my head

And a fractured rain of splinters showered me with dread

And when the bough breaks

The baby comes a-tumbling in its wake…

My crutches broken, my anger did blaze

So I swung with my fists and I raged and I raged

I was kicking their heads, I was throttling them good

‘til I noticed that without assistance I stood

I stood

I could walk, I could walk, I could walk, I could walk

There’s no need to rely on any means of support

But today if I see any props of that sort:

Both of my legs still go weak at the sight

Of crutches