Pete Brown & Piblokto! Got A Letter From A Computer
I got a letter from a computer
It said your human face doesn't suit you
So I went out and bought a shooter
Spread poison on my health food
Fertilised my wealthmood
Became a registered looter
I got a letter from a new army
It said the battledress it would charm me
So I went out and got some gold lamé
Made swords out of my ploughshare
Made chains out of my girl's hair
And now the animals farm me
I got a letter from a messiah
It said the purple flame's getting higher
So I filled up a plane with desire
Blew napalm on the palm trees
Threw rubbish on the calm breeze
And now I'm trapped in the wire