I was like a social worker for lepers. My clients had a chunk of their body they wanted to give away; for a price I was there to receive it.
I make myself a leper with the lepers to gain all to Jesus Christ.
And the sad act like lepers They stick to the shadows They long to ring bells of warning To tell of their coming So that the pure can shut their doors.
With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks, you've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books.
There's a curse on me as there's a curse on the Larkin name. The curse comes back, again and again, to taunt me! Ronan! Kilty! Tomas! And now me! What are the Irish among men? Are we lepers? Are we a blight? Will there ever be an end to our tears?
That's it then. Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orphans, no more merciful beheadings, and call off Christmas.