文本歌词

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
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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