She's got eyes like Zapruder,
Mouth like heroin.
She wants me to be
Perfect like Kennedy.This isn't god, this isn't god,
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 them sing:
This is a riot,
Religious and clean.God is a number you cannot count to.
You are post-human and hardwired.She's pilgrim and pagan,
Soft worn and social.
In all of her dreams.
She's a saint like Jackie-O.This isn't god, this isn't god,
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 them sing:
This is a riot,
Religious and clean.
Show me the dead stars,
All them sing:
This is a riot,
Religious and clean.God is a number you cannot count to.
God is a number you cannot count to.
God is a number you cannot count to.
You are post-human and hardwired.(All that glitters is cold.
All that glitters is cold.
All that glitters is cold.)Say show me the dead stars,
All them sing:
This is a riot,
Religious and clean.
Say show me the dead stars,
All them sing:
This is a riot,
Religious and clean.Ladies and gentlemen,
Omega and the Mechanical Animals:
Songwriters
Jr. Bier;Brian Warner;Jeordie WhitePublished by
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