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 fucked 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 difficult 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

Our Triumphs turned to wheelchairs, don't times change?

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's