The Numanoid Channel

I look up and the camera eye is

Searching my room

The TV screen is calling me

But for what or whom?

Please, mister, do be careful

I'm so fragile

Maybe they'll let me down to

Speedy's place for a while

Oh, well that's too bad

I talk a lot, a sign of fear

I thought you should know

I can see pictures of me

Well they're so-so

I'll come on to the leader

Like I'm some hero

He'll laugh and raise his dying eyes

And then tell me to go

Oh, well that's too bad

1920 flashbacks

For an hour or more

Of crazy actors hiding

In the doorways top floor

Machines scream in anger

From a thousand dead ends

I turn my face, I crawl away

I look for a friend

Oh, well that's too bad

(P) 1978 Beggars Banquet

That's Too Bad