Gary Numan - Exhibition - Sözleri

Applicant, I am

Clean young flesh

Cubicles, we merge

And me so decent





Lock up my vehicle

Crack my walls

I'm stealing new words

And me so honest





Someone took pictures

Just look at her go

Her presence exhausted me

Like spectators we are





I have no address

'Who are you?'

Kiss my arse goodbye

The show goes rusty.





Simulate phone call

Face to face

Newspaper loose talk

You wreck my dreams





Exhibit 'A' dog

So few of them left

Exhibit 'B' god

The problem of death





Old sex, unclean

Do you still need the moon?

Recall no names

Don't ask me 'how are you?'





Where's my attendant

And where is my wife

Wait in the doorway

While I say goodnight





He looks like me














		
			



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