With credits to Alice Cooper's "Clones" and various Numan songs
I've been having problems
Adjusting to my Numanoid status.
I was born to this position,
the favourite daughter of an aging geek-rocker
who was in a car crash
and in a home war--
I've never been quite the same.
I've tried to be a good disciple,
tried to expand my enthusiasm,
but Gary knows it's hard
in the land of opportunity
no-man's-land
not Numan's land.
No albums on the shelves,
so little airplay,
and so few others like myself.
I've converted one, but where are these others?
I remember the indignities I suffered
mimicking the machman on Halloween.
No recognition on their faces--
my friends' expressions stranger to me
than the white visage with blond hair
which stared at me from the album cover and from the mirror.
I remember the noise noise
of a night spent in havoc
after betrayal by my one Numanoid peer, my best friend.
You know I hate to ask, but just who's electric?
All the ironies emerge in the dark
and it's very touching, really--
I'm so close to him
at that time
at the moment of absolution, any mention of the man.
I know what it is to wish to be a machine.
I know what it is to be alone and lonely.
You are in my vision, Gary; you are not my sole focus
but I will be an agent, a warrior
for the spread of your word.
The world's been having problems
adjusting to my Numanoid status
but me! I'll connect them to you.
Time waits for Numan.