There is something about human touch I miss
I've been locked up here for days
Not needing anyone in any way, but
There is something about human touch I miss
There is no one else to confide in
Without cash exchanging hands
Cottonmouth, might be the only way that I can tell
All my factories are shutting down
Who needs the company
When I can blame it on anyone but me?
There is no one else to confide in
Without cash exchanging hands