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
 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
 All computers go to heaven
 If you think you got the vision
 Put it to the conversation
 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
 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