(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 mysterious incomplete      (Superman, old machines   Kind as that, Energenes   Good as dead, man-machines   Computer, effigy   Sound the horn, make the bed   Pull the cord, raise the dead   In my car, on this street   On this earth, on this feet)      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 overwelms what a man   Great Emancipation plans   And public transport, 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