She`s got eyes like Zapruder
And a mouth like heroin
She wants me to be perfect like Kennedy
This isn`t god, this isn`t god
God is just a statistic
God is just a statistic
Say show me the dead stars
All of them sing.
This is a riot
Religious and clean
God is a number you cannot count to
You are posthuman and hardwired
She`s pilgrim and pagan
Softworn and so-cial
In all of her dreams
She`s a saint like Jackie O
This isn`t god, this isn`t god
God is just a statistic
(chorus repeat)
Coma white:
All that glitters is cold, all that glitters is cold.