Human Touch - Elvis Costello, The Attractions

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