The Numanoid Channel

See the strange boy keeping to the shadows

He's a very good friend of mine

I've seen you running from the ladies

Don't tell me you're not the kind

I've got the time if you've got the money

Mister you'll be pleased you'll see

We'll meet by the Tubeway

As the screamer cries 'Eleven'

And you can have your way with me

You're gonna make me feel so cold

See my one love talking to the pretty boy

I never did like her taste

My skin is rubber on a skeletal body

And I'm physically going to waste

Feel my eyes and the tongue of a killer

I'm a humanoid logic machine

Don't touch me with your painted little fingers

Cos I know where they've been

You're not gonna put those scabs on me

I must hide from a thousand grinning faces

All sucking from my crazy mind

Take a ride out in my imagery of ages

And heaven knows what you will find

I've no time for the chitter-chatter ladies

I'm so busy trying to break this wall

Hear my words cos emotion

Now is leaving

You see I'm really not a human at all

And I don't think I wanna stay

(P) 1978 Beggars Banquet

Friends