Mansun - Church Of The Drive Thru Elvis

And there's someone always laughing over me
A taste of my inferiority
It mocks me and weakens me
Emphasises what is wrong with me
And now that I am not content to be
A weak impression of what used to be
I wake up in terror
To see that I am so incredibly low
We are all sinners alone

You take life better than me
My wheelchair sinks into the sand
Like blooms fractured and torn

Everyone's a sinner baby that's for sure
No conduit messiah god-like
With halo aesthetically
Appease my all consuming vanity
And now that I am not content to be
A weak impression of what used to be