Dear Mr. Supercomputer lyrics

Oh my GodI can't believe itWhat went wrong?The human race, in its placeSuperstition man's religionAnd conditioned mysteries incompleteAnd the raven with its havenGods-in-gravenGirls and boys IllinoisSpringfield with its freak and banterStrike the cantorGod is dead, God is deadOh my God I can't believe itWhat went wrong? The human race, in its placeIn religion, superstitionMan's conditoined mysterious incomplete(Superman, Old machinesKind as that, EnergenesGood as dead, Man-MachinesComputer, effigySound the horn, make the bedPull the cord, raise the deadIn my car, on this streetOn this earth, on this feet)Take it for a patient man I caught itPatient is the kind that gets you paidEven if I had, man, I got itSeems I never had it anywaySometimes it may seem your best intentionsTake off with a fever anyway1-2-3-4-5-6-7 All computers go to heavenIf you think you got the vision,Put it in the conversation1-2-3-4-5-6-7 All computers go to heavenIf you think you got the vision,P
ut it in the conversationI rejoice in what I carry in my heartit overwelms what a manGreat Emancipation plans,and public transport, clap your hands, AbrahamOh religion, superstition,Man's conditioned mysteries incompleteOh the Raven with its havenGods-in-gravenAll is dead, all is dead