Computers 歌词

Computers, computers, computers wherever you turn. Those chips are so loaded with hot information You'd think they would burn. Some of it's factual, actual, Some of it's made of thin air. Whatever gets in a computer Stays there. You can put almost anything in there that comes to your mind. The programmer gets lost in the shuffle, the scuffle, The dope stays behind. Some of its factual, actual, Some of it is double-faced. Whatever gets in a computer Isn't erased. Our lives have been fed to computers, every thought, every dream, Everything that we've bought that has rusted or busted Or split at the seam, Every up, every down, Every howl, every glimmer of luck. When something gets in a computer It's stuck. The stuff that we have in our heads is a different affair. We've hoarded and sorted, amended and bended And let in the air. But computer banks grow like a cancer, They can always produce a wrong answer And they never are troubled with doubt. And once you get in a computer You never get out.