Tom John Hall - Last Living Bureaucrat Lyrics

Oh when the last living bureaucrat
Hangs up his hat
Clears his history
Closes tabs
Forwards emails to the thermostat
(You can leave that tricky business
To the machines now
They'll have it all figured out, before you can say)
What's that sound?

Ooo oo ooooooooo

There's someone at the door
It's the inquisitor
He's looking miserable
Wants to know how he's wasted so much time
On someone else's life

And when he finally relocates
Into a permanent state
Of happy days and no complaints
No bendy laws or greedy hands to shake
No shady business for the poor sod now
A thousand seasons in the sun
Oh wait, the technostate has him undone with a

Ooo oo oooooooo

There's someone at the door
You would not answer though
The lady wants to know
Why she's been fighting someone else's war
No one told her what for

Oh when the last living bureaucrat
Hangs up his hat
And offers up the holy stats
To a cloud based judgement automat
A couple minutes while she check the facts

Bleep blop bliplopilp
Hmmmmm
Blipiplopip

Tell me then
Were we really that bad?
And is this doomsday fad
Really coming to pass?
She just asks why we wasted so much time
In all our tiny lives

'I think you're dumb and you're evil
And your world is deranged
Utterly lost inside your brains
Full of shame, and yet
Obsessed with fame
And why do you bother getting so irate?
You are all dying anyway
What difference could any of you make?
And all that smoke and waste
A tragic waste of space
A fickle, useless race"
Then she starts laughing and just self destructs
('HAHAHAHAHAH')
And he just brushes up
Heads for retirement
'Ah well!'