Dear Mr. Supercomputer

Oh my God
I can't believe it
What went wrong?
The human race, in it's placeSuperstition
Man's religion
And conditioned
Mysteries incompleteAnd the raven
With it's haven
Gods in graven
Girls and boys IllinoisSpringfield
With it's freak and banter
Strike the cantor
God is dead, God is deadOh my God
I can't believe it
What went wrong?
The human race, in it's placeIn religion
Superstition
Man's conditioned
Mysteries incompleteTake it for a patient
Man I caught it
Patient is the kind
That gets you paidEven if I had
Man, I got it
Seems I never
Had it anywaySometimes it may seem
Your best intentions
Take off with
A fever anyway1 2 3 4 5 6 7
All computers go to heaven
If you think you got the vision
Put it in the conversation1 2 3 4 5 6 7
All computers go to heaven
If you think you got the vision
Put it in the conversationI rejoice
In what I carry in my heart
It overwhelms
What a manGreat emancipation plans
And public transit
Clap your hands
AbrahamOh religion
Superstition
Man's conditioned
Mysteries incompleteOh, the raven
With its haven
Gods in graven
All is dead, all is dead