Mechanical Animals


We were neurophobic and perfect
The day that we lost our souls
Maybe we weren’t so human
But
If we cry
We will rust and I was a hand grenade that
Never stopped exploding
You were automatic
And as hollow as the "o" in God, I
Never gonna be the one
For you
I
Never gonna save the world
From you
They’ll never be
Good to you
Bad to you, they’ll never be
Anything
Anything at all

You were my mechanical bride
Phenobarbie doll
A manniqueen of depression
With
The face of
A dead star and I was a hand grenade that
Never stopped exploding
You were automatic
And as hollow as the "o" in God, I
Never gonna be the one
For you
I
Never gonna save the world
From you

(x2) They’ll never be
Good to you
Bad to you, they’ll never be
Anything
Anything at all (x2)

I
Never gonna be the one
For you
I
Never gonna save the world
From you

This isn’t me, I’m not mechanical
I’m just a boy
Playing the suicide
King
Yeah

Playing the suicide king (x2)
I’m just a boy playing the suicide (x4)


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