Texty:
Peter Gabriel Peter Gabriel 2 Scratch

: Built in the belly of junk by the river, my cabin stands; Made from the trash I dug off the heap with my own bare hands. Every night I'm back at the

: Saturday is shopping day and I drive my car but there's no place to park it, No respect for supermen in the supermarket. I guess there must be trouble

: What did you mean when you opened your mouth and let all our secrets out? You told him what I was about, my cover was completely blown. I tell you

: Met this girl called Josephine and took her up on my machine, We had a little fun, and now we got a little one. Had to get married, being chased out

: Exposure Space is what I need, it's what I feed on. Exposure Out in the open...

Saturday is shopping day and I drive my car but there's no place to park it, No respect for supermen in the supermarket. I guess there must be trouble

D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y. Don't tell me what I will do, 'cos I won't. Don't tell me to believe in you, 'cos I don't. Be on your guard, better hostile

Doing nothing, stuck in the mud, just pumping the blood. The water level's getting low, something ugly's going to show. If only I could touch you, I

It's too late, this model's out of date. Got every spare part, but there ain't much heart inside here. Not like the start, I was good at the art of survival