I'm lying in a hospital, I'm pinned against the bed
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
murderer's been killed, nd he donates his sight to science
I booked 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

I smash the light in anger, push my bed against the door
I close my lids across the eyes I wish to see no more
The eye receives the messages and sends it to the brain
No guarantee the stimuli 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

Gary don't need his eyes to see
Gary and his eyes have [bad word]