Got A Letter From A Computer - Pete Brown & Piblokto!

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