Dear Mr. Supercomputer

Sound the horn

Make the bed

Pull the cord

Raise the dead

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

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

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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