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."