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Frightened Rabbit
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@hellgirl117

A cripple walks amongst you, all you tired human beings
He's got all the things a cripple has not, two working arms and legs
And vital parts fall from his system and dissolve in Scottish rain
Vitally, he doesn't miss them; he's too fucked up to care

Well is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
On his last leg

Well I crippled your heart a hundred times and still can't work out why
You see, I've got this disease I can't shake and I'm just rattling through life
Well this is how we do things now, yeah this is how the modern stay scared
So I cut out all the good stuff, yeah I cut off my foot to spite my leg

Well is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
Well I am ill but I'm not dead
And I don't know which of those I prefer
Because that limb which I have lost
Well it was the only thing holding me up
Holding me up

Well I'm lying on the ground now and you're walking through the only door
Well I have lost my eyesight like I said I would
But I still know

And that is you in front of me
And you are back for even more of exactly the same
Well are you a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg?
And you're not ill and I'm not dead
Doesn't that make us the perfect pair?
Just you and me, we'll start again
And you can tell me all about what you did today
What you did today



@jordantropila7406

A cripple walks amongst you
All you tired human beings
He's got all the things a cripple has not
Two working arms and legs
And vital parts fall from his system
And dissolve in Scottish rain
But vitally, he doesn't miss them
He's too fucked up to care
Well is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist
To love a modern leper on his last leg, on his last leg
Well I crippled your heart a hundred times
And still can't work out why
You see, I've got this disease
I can't shake and I'm just rattling through life
Well this is how we do things now
Yeah this is how the modern stay scared
So I cut out all the good stuff
Yeah I cut off my foot to spite my leg
Is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist
To love a modern leper on his last leg
Well I am ill but I'm not dead
And I don't know which of those I prefer
Because that limb which I have lost
Well it was the only thing holding me up, holding me up
Well I'm lying on the ground now
And you're walking through the only door
Well I have lost my eyesight like I said I would
But I still know
That that is you in front of me
And you are back for even more of exactly the same
Well are you a masochist?
You love a modern leper on his last leg
And you're not ill and I'm not dead
Doesn't that make us the perfect pair?
You should sit with me and we'll start again
And you can tell me all about what you did today
What you did today



@jessemoynan4332

A cripple walks amongst you, all you tired human beings
He's got all the things a cripple has not, two working arms and legs
And vital parts fall from his system and dissolve in Scottish rain
Vitally, he doesn't miss them; he's too fucked up to care

Well is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
On his last leg

Well I crippled your heart a hundred times and still can't work out why
You see, I've got this disease I can't shake and I'm just rattling through life
Well this is how we do things now, yeah this is how the modern stay scared
So I cut out all the good stuff, yeah I cut off my foot to spite my leg

Well is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg
Well I am ill but I'm not dead
And I don't know which of those I prefer
Because that limb which I have lost
Well it was the only thing holding me up
Holding me up

Well I'm lying on the ground now and you're walking through the only door
Well I have lost my eyesight like I said I would
But I still know

And that is you in front of me
And you are back for even more of exactly the same
Well are you a masochist to love a modern leper on his last leg?
And you're not ill and I'm not dead
Doesn't that make us the perfect pair?
Just you and me, we'll start again
And you can tell me all about what you did today
What you did today



All comments from YouTube:

@MrLalolanda666

Rest easy, beautiful human being :(

@DRWJNS

Not everyone wins when they go up against they're demons ): RIP

@garychat3480

Ugh. Don't know if I'll ever be able to listen to this song again without breaking down

@Bissrok

I just found out about them last week. And then I read this and now I'm depressed.

@badmonkey3866

I miss his truth.

@mementonevermori

Reading this comment section and knowing there are many others who were touched by Scott’s words gives me comfort. I know the bad stuff going on can seem all-encompassing, but the fact that so many of us are able to find community in this beautiful song is proof that it isn’t. Scott’s message was one of hope and light in the darkness.

@herbertrichard614

Epic song. It has the worldly quality that American bands cannot do.

@Foreskinflavourednuts

​@@herbertrichard614 I disagree with your statement, sir. I can understand not liking most popular American music, cause most of it garbage, but good music really can come from anywhere in the world. Tons of great American and Canadian indie bands out there worth listening to.

@jaymoses848

"Well I am ill but I'm not dead" - man this hurts to listen to now

@badofcheese

Jay Moses Being ill was the best case scenario, the alternative was never necessarily a clearly worse one. That’s the brutal reality of living with mental illness. He was never going to know “which of those, he’d prefer”.

That said, I never let myself think we’d end up here. Even when not being alive seems inconsequential to you, it isn’t to others. That’s amplified many times over for someone like Scott, who touched so many lives, in such a profound way. I find the world more difficult knowing that he isn’t in it.

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