Dear Mr. Supercomputer

(Sound the horn Make the bed Pull the cord Raise the dead) [Chorus] Oh my God, I can't believe it What went wrong? The human race in its place Superstition, man's religion And conditioned Mysteries incomplete And the raven with its haven Gods ingraven Girls and boys, Illinois Springfield with its freak and banter Strike the cantor God is dead, God is dead Oh my God, I can't believe it What went wrong? The human race in its place In religion, superstition Man's conditioned Mysteries incomplete [Backing (Simultaneous to above)] Superman, old machines Kind as that, Energenes Good as dead, man-machines Computer, effigy Sound the horn, make the bed Pull the cord, raise the dead In my car, on this street On this earth, on this feet Take it for a patient man I caught it Patient is the kind that gets you paid Even if I had, man, I got it Seems I never had it anyway Sometimes it may seem your best intentions Take off with a fever anyway [Bridge] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 All computers go to heaven If you think you got the vision Put it to the conversation 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 All computers go to heaven If you think you got the vision Put it to the conversation I rejoice in what I carry in my heart It overwhelms, what a man Great Emancipation plans And public transit Clap your hands, Abraham Oh, religion, superstition Man's conditioned Mysteries incomplete Oh, the raven with its haven Gods ingraven All is dead, all is dead