The Numanoid Channel

You're like poison

You smile at me

Talk of love

'He' will forgive you

If I confess

Your dark Sunday

You lied to me

And so I

Replaced God

With a picture of my car

I don't like this

I don't like this

I'm on the E kick

So heaven's in my head

I'm in Outland

Shame on me

I want pictures

People come, people go

D'you think God

Will forgive me soon?

You won't like this

You won't like this

Rip it up

Rip it in to pieces

Rip it up

Rip it up good

Touch me, touch me

He won't like this

He won't like this

'He' won't touch me

I can't dance and I can't sing

I'm not stone shape

But time runs out

I don't like this

All I see is cold and hard

All I can do now is break 'The Word'

I don't like this

I don't like this

'He' will love me

Well thank you

For nothing

I need that

Like I need a disease

So pray for me

I don't mind

I don't care

I've found love

It's an American machine

I don't like this

I don't like this

(P) 1991 IRS

Dark Sunday