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
Say,
“Show me the dead stars
All of them sing.”
Hey, hey, hey!
This is a riot religious and clean
Hey, hey, hey!
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
Say,
“Show me the dead stars
All of them sing.”
Hey, hey, hey!
This is a riot religious and clean
Hey, hey, hey!
God is a number you cannot count to
You are posthuman and hardwired
(Coma White):
“All that glitters is cold”
Say,
“Show me the dead stars
All of them sing.”
Hey, hey, hey!
This is a riot religious and clean
Hey, hey, hey!
Ladies and gentlemen, Omega and the Mechanical Animals!