My God, just how human can you get?
You stand at my right hand as if you understand me
You say you're sorry
My God, how sensational the afterthought
My dirt and your turning, my pulse and your reading
My death and your firm belief, the mystery
My God, just how human can you get?
My God, benevolence is childlike
In its violence and its chaos, its wisdom and its madness
Its appetite insatiable, born in a hospital
My God, just how human can you get?