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
Refrain:
God is a number you cannot count to
You are posthuman and hardwired
She’s pilgrim and pagan
Softworm 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,
God is just a statistic
Say,
«Show me the dead Stars,
All of them sing.»