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.

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