Besedila: Adverts. Gary Gilmore's Eyes.

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

The doctors are avoiding me
My visions confused
I listen to my earphones
And I catch the evening news

A murderer's been killed
And he donates his sight to science
I'm looked into a private ward
I realize that I must be
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 stimuli
Must be perceived the same
When looking through Gary Gilmore's eyes

Gary don't need his eyes to see
Gary and his eyes have parted company