I know I've just gotta get out of this place

I can't stand any more of that mechanical grace

Though you say it's only industrial squeeze

It looks like luxury and feels like a disease



Oh give it to me, give it to me

I don't want to know much about much

Give it to me, give it to me

I need, I need, I need the human touch



Left with just a house to hold

Drinking your way to drydock

It's easy to break up a model citizen

Living in the state of shock



I just can't believe I am responsible for this

What the makeup hides can't be hidden with a kiss



When I'm talking in tongues I go where you lead

I don't make you plead, oh I need you

How I'd like to fix her in a picture of rage

How I'd like to catch her when she's acting her age

But when she's laying stretched out on the floor

It's no mystery to me anymore



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