See the man in the tattoo shop, he's gonna buy himself a naked lady today
He's gonna put her on his left bicep and when he flexes his gun, they sways
Take her out in the sunlight, so everybody can see
If it makes him feel more like a man, I guess it's alright with me

Crutches, for the mind (Ah)
You've got yours, and I've got mine

(Crutches, crutches)

See the man in the hot car, he just bought it yesterday
He didn't drive it around day and night, just waiting for someone to say
"Hey man in the hot car, you really must be a groove
Take away your hot car, you got nothing but your low IQ"

Crutches, for the mind (Ah)
You've got yours, and I've got mine

(Crutches, crutches)

See the man with the family, he goes to work everyday
He saves stamps and coupon books, and he shops where the sign says "Save"
He belongs to the Jasey's, sells snow-cones at the fair
He wears a sign that says "Hi, I'm Mark, I ain't going nowhere"

Crutches, for the mind (Ah)
You've got yours, and I've got mine
(Crutches)

See the cop on the corner
He's got a mace, gun, club, dash, 'cuffs, ticket book, he's got a radio
He's got a whistle that really blows, he's directing traffic, everyone understands that
Take him out of his uniform, he says "Gimme my crutches back"

For my mind (Ah)
You've got yours, and I've got mine

(Crutches, crutches)

See the man on the podium, he's gonna be president someday
He shines his shoes and he combs his hair, and he such great that make his shirt say
"He believes in the people, gonna do things their way"
Taken down from his podium, he ain't got nothing to say

Crutches, for the mind (Ah)
You've got yours, and I've got mine

(Crutches, crutches)

See the man with the beard and the guitar, playing songs all night
People call him "Weird Rocking Rick" Cause he sleeps from nine to five
He spent banking his guitar, ever since he was nine
He spent it leaning on it ever since then, and I think moved for quite sometime
Crutches, for the mind (Ah)
You've got yours, and I've got mine

Crutches (Crutches)