The Crime Songtext
von Owen FitzGerald

God bless the bureaucrats
The suits one step back
From the arc of the spotlight′s powerful sweep

God act like rebar
And steel the taupe backbones
Of career bureaucrats; nourish them please

God put kind people
In the paths of the bureaucrats -
A free cup of coffee when they least expect


God grace the brains
Of our careful, brave bureaucrats
Keeping the wheels greased behind these rich idiots

God grant mischievous
Hearts to the bureaucrats
Make their hands quick like good table side magic

Give a good poker face
To our honest bureaucrats
Help them lie straight in the eyes of The Boss

A shining brass guillotine
Sits in the breakroom
A post-it note reads: prototype office chair


The clever last bureaucrat
Remarks to The Boss,
Yeah, it also reclines just pull that lever there