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 f**ed 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 gla** 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'