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