Ronnie Martin - Four Gone Pierre (Or What Electricity Made) lyrics

what dictates, is it your love or your distaste? as with science, appliances, i'm acquired taste or chalk beneath your nails, why so afraid, of what electricity made? comfort please it takes so little to appease on the dials, my rivals win they told me "there's no need let yourself out to please" why so afraid, so afraid so afraid, so afraid?