I'm lying in the hospital,
I'm pinned against the bed.
A stethoscope upon my heart,
a hand against my head.
They're peeling off the bandages,
I'm wincing in the light.
The nurse is looking anxious
and she's quivering with fright
I'm looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
The doctors are avoiding me,
my vision is confused.
I listen to my earphones,
and I catch the evening news.
A murderer has been killed
and he donates his sight to science.
I'm locked into a private ward
I realise that I must be:
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
I smash the light in anger,
push my bed against the door.
I close my lids across the eyes
and wish to see no more.
The eye receives the messages
and sends them to the brain
No guarantee the stimula
must be perceived the same.
When looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes!
Gary don't need his eyes to see!
Gary and his eyes are parted company!