Dear Mr. Supercomputer Lyrics

Dear Mr. Supercomputer lyrics

Oh my God

I can't believe it

What went wrong?

The human race, in it's place



Superstition

Man's religion

And conditioned

Mysteries incomplete



And the raven

With it's haven

Gods in graven

Girls and boys Illinois



Springfield

With it's 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 it's 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



1 2 3 4 5 6 7

All computers go to heaven

If you think you got the vision

Put it in the conversation



1 2 3 4 5 6 7

All computers go to heaven

If you think you got the vision

Put it in 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 in graven

All is dead, all is dead