So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Westralia.
The legless, the armless, the blind, and insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Uvula.
And as our ship pulled into Succubous Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Nuffle there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity.