Frustration
Little bit of flesh to dig my teeth in,
You are the long-nosed queen,
Floating up and down.
Woman! body draped in wire,
All you seem to do is swallow me.
Get away!
I am the mad, mad scientist,
Soon i'll build the perfect female friend,
To comfort me, to satisfy,
Programmed just to please.
Anyway, you are the one for me,
Switching on and off.
Woman, body soft and warm,
Stroking furry fingers on the micromesh.
Follow me!
I am the mad, mad scientist,
Who's power can turn medusa's head to stone,
Destroy the blast, dangling from a chain.
I say, 'what's the use'?
Writer/s: Anthony Phillips / Mike Rutherford / Peter Gabriel / Tony Banks
