[00:01.20]Before the accident you were just a square[00:07.41]And I was a Hell's Angel in leathers and long hair[00:11.46]Before the accident you were a fanatic[00:19.98]And I was a motorbike mechanic[00:25.26]And which of us was stronger then[00:28.35]And which of us was stranger[00:31.50]A woman pumping iron or a liberal Hell's Angel?[00:38.97]Before the accident when my somersaulting Triumph[00:44.94]Entered the gymnasium of the female Goliath[00:50.31]And I don't know if you felt for me[00:53.55]Or if you shared my dreams[00:56.13]But when my speed machine hit your weight machine[00:59.82]I know you heard my screams[01:02.58]And across my leather jacket it says 'Sex for the disabled'[01:08.76]And across your macho breasts 'Get fit for life'[01:23.43]Before the accident you kept out of sight[01:29.13]Working behind curtains till your body shape was right[01:34.53]The only man you touched was your tutor in karate[01:40.98]I (beep)ked every eligible party[01:47.10]And which of us was crippled then[01:50.13]And which of us more painful?[01:53.40]A woman pumping iron or a liberal Hell's Angel?[02:01.14]Before the accident when I careered akimbo[02:07.95]Through your plate glass window[02:15.51]And as I lay in agony from a thousand savage cuts[02:18.39]You privatised the hospital and you wished me luck[02:24.57]And across my leather jacket it says 'Sex for the disabled'[02:28.50]And across your macho breasts 'Get fit for life'[02:29.52]Before the accident, before '79[02:51.24]Before the wheelchair that was such a different time[02:56.49]Every man an anarchist, we were all into 'Zen[03:03.18]And the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance' then[03:08.97]And which of us were hawks and which of us were doves?[03:15.21]When you broke off peace talks and we broke off free love[03:22.53]Before the accident when you came to power[03:28.38]And the poor got on their bikes and we got off ours[03:35.04]And the Age of Aquarius changed overnight[03:41.07]To an Age of Economists serving the right[03:45.93]Yeah, our Triumphs turned to wheelchairs, oh don't times change?[03:53.01]And maybe we had nothing to lose but our chains[03:59.22]So now you're the angels, the thugs in authority[04:05.70]And we're just another castrated minority[04:11.34]And across our leather jackets it says 'No sex for the disabled'[04:16.44]And across your macho breasts 'Unfit for life'