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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.

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from KURFÜRSTENDAMMNED, released May 1, 2016

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Skeleton Staff are a Psych-pop folk glam baroque’n’roll ensemble from Sydney Australia, that live in a cartoon strip.

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