Mechanical Animals
We were neurophobic and perfectThe day that we lost our soulsMaybe we weren't so humanBut if we cry we will rust
And I was a hand grenadeThat never stopped explodingYou were automaticAnd as hollow as the 'o' in god
I am never gonna be the one for youI am never gonna save the world from you
They'll never be good to you, bad to youThey'll never be anythingAnything at all
You were my mechanical brideYou were phenobarbidollA manniqueen of depressionWith the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenadeThat never stopped explodingYou were automaticAnd as hollow as the 'o' in god
I am never gonna be the one for youI am never gonna save the world from you
They'll never be good to you, bad to youThey'll never be anythingAnything at all
They'll never be good to you, bad to youThey'll never be anythingAnything at all
I am never gonna be the one for youI am never gonna save the world from you
This isn't me I'm not mechanicalI'm just a boy playing the Suicide KingPlaying the Suicide KingPlaying the Suicide KingI'm just a boy playing the Suicide KingI'm just a boy playing the Suicide KingI'm just a boy playing the Suicide KingI'm just a boy playing the Suicide King