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 thet 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

i'm physically going to waste

feel my eyes and tongue of a killer

i'm a humanoid logic machine

don't touch me with your painted little fingers

'cause 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 'cause emotion now is leaving

you see i'm really not a human at all

and i don't think i wanna stay



Gary Numan, "Friends", _T_u_b_e_w_a_y _A_r_m_y (Beggars Banquet/ATCO, 1978)