The Crippled Physician Songtext
von WHY?

In bed with cold, brittle and old like the dead sea scrolls
His weak pulse, it shakes his whole frame
Shame, same bones and sloped narrow shoulders
Of a woman on a wagon setting westbound homeward
Folks he knows say he′s gotta let go
Be released of the anger at least, jeez
But it's burrowed deep in his soul
Hidden like a pebble in snow


Baby′s been born with a beard worn and haggard
Weird and jagged in crowds he stammers profoundly
Even amongst friends and locks up like
A tin horn stopped or too tightly wound
He's lonesome and wanting, groping for something
Foraging closeness from shadows retreating
And like a profoundly confused infant in the endless cold night
He finally finds his own thumb and numbs himself back into sleep
He says, "What an old and strange son's life is mine
When I come off stage they stand in line to meet me"
When I come off stage they stand in line
What an old and strange son′s life is mine

Just a vessel for impulse
Pressing into several directions
Dressing and undressing the wound I′m used to
Boom boom boom boom boom
Who do I tell the truth to?
Just a vessel for impulse
Pressing into several directions
Dressing and undressing the wound I'm used to
When I "How to" on YouTube
Who do I tell the truth to?
Stressing and confessing from the Jetta
On Nokia through Bluetooth