Frankel’s Lament

Yon: Okay, let's just set the scene in a hospital
Scod: Mip... mip... mip...
Gatesy: Frankel the mouse is there, on the bed
Scod: Mip... mip... mip...

Gatesy: I've forgotten everything
In my little mouse-sized bin
In a county hospital
With a tiny bandage round my head

Yon and Scod: You've just got a broken ankle
Snap out of it, Frankel

Scod: Images are coming back to me
When I close my eyes I see
How I got my injury
'Cause I attempted beastiality

Yon and Gatesy: Frankel, it's your past you're seeing
You tried making love to a human being

Tripod: Frankie, all the things you could have been
That it's now impossible to be
Now you'll never realise your dream
To be a world champion at frisbee

Gatesy: (Playing air guitar) Ne-ne-ne-ne-nl, ne-ne-ne-ne-nl...
Ne-ne-ne-ne-nl, neoww...
Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl... two handed... nl-nl-nl-nl-nl...
Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl... there's usually a really self-indulgent Kirk Hammet solo...
Nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl-nl...

Scod: Yeah, but there's usually an instrument!
Gatesy: That's true, there is

Yon: Now I'm back in walking therapy
And they're saying, "Bend your knee, Katie, bend your knee"
But my name is not Katie
And I'll never throw a fuckin' frisbee

Gatesy and Scod: Luke Skywalker, look at him
He saved the galaxy with a prosthetic limb

Tripod: Frankie, all the things you could have been
That it's now impossible to be
Now you'll never realise your dream
To be a world champion at frisbee

Scod: Memories flying at me
Like plastic sperm on a really weird keyring
It's my future I see
A lonely life of writing parking fines
But life is fine

Tripod: But Frankel, you're a mouse, don't be silly
Even with all four limbs you couldn't play frisbee
But Frankel, you will always have your dreams
'Cause anything is possible, you see...