The Numanoid Channel

Your welcome to fame

Your welcome to try

I've been on TV, sold my face to you

Your welcome to love

Your welcome to me

I burned my dream, sold my heart, nobody knew

Listen children

I've seen my future

Call it the dead line for now

I've heard secrets

I've heard excuses

I've heard a voice in the dark

You're waiting for me

You've made a mistake

I'll give you nothing but lies, or nothing at all

I'm playing a game

I'm playing with you

I call it shameful, 'The skin game', don't you?

You're playing it cold

(Ripping it up)

You're playing for time

(I don't like pictures)

You're breaking my rules and I won't let you go

I'm looking for you

(Welcome to me)

Somebody screamed

(It's no use talking)

I've connections with God, what do you need?

Lost in junk sick

No sleep no motion

She said 'I've nothing to lose'

Love sick? Skin game

Welcome to romance

She's like the heart of the world

I'm still breathing

Welcome to my house

I'd steal from God wouldn't you?

One more question

Am I in danger?

Rumours, and I've got the fear

Looking for you

Is it any wonder?

Tearing it up

I'm living on empty

(P) 1992 Numa Records

The Skin Game