Human Touch

I know Ive just gotta get out of this place
I cant stand any more of that mechanical grace
Though you say its only industrial squeeze
It looks like luxury and feels like a disease
Oh give it to me, give it to me
I dont 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
Its easy to break up a model citizen
Living in the state of shock
I just cant believe I am responsible for this
What the makeup hides cant be hidden with a kiss
When Im talking in tongues I go where you lead
I dont make you plead, oh I need you
How Id like to fix her in a picture of rage
How Id like to catch her when shes acting her age
But when shes laying stretched out on the floor
Its no mystery to me anymore