Symphony of Progress

The megastructure glows in shades of uniform gray, As the sub-mesospheric transit carries me away. To the Ministry of Standardized Redundant Decrees, Where the gears of the future spin with ultimate ease! I’ve got my badge, I’ve got my ink, I’ve got my optimal stride, With twenty-seven carbon copies tucked away inside. The lift is out of service, but my spirit is high, Underneath the artificial socialist sky! Oh, file the form! Stamp the sheet! The symphony of progress is a beautiful beat! From Section B to Tower Three, we march in a line, To approve the requisition for the rubber-stamp twine! It’s a glorious dawn for the paper machine, The most efficient labyrinth that you’ve ever seen! Glory to the process! Glory to the plan! The system is perfect, and so is the man! Today I must obtain a small sub-vending receipt, To authorize the boots on Comrade Ivanov's feet. But Room 404 requires Form 8-B-Double-Prime, Which can only be requested during harvesting time! So I took a subterranean hyper-shuttle to Prague, To clear up a discrepancy inside the main log. They told me that the ledger had been vaporized—twice! Isn't it wonderful? Such precise advice! So file the form! Stamp the sheet! The symphony of progress is a beautiful beat! From Section B to Tower Three, we march in a line, To approve the requisition for the rubber-stamp twine! It’s a glorious dawn for the paper machine, The most efficient labyrinth that you’ve ever seen! Glory to the process! Glory to the plan! The system is perfect, and so is the man! Some people say it’s endless, some people say it’s a trap, But they don’t understand the joy of checking the map! To find a loophole that requires a notary's seal, Is the highest form of ecstasy a worker can feel! The ink in my veins is a revolutionary blue, And tomorrow I get to start the whole thing anew! Now the sun is setting over Sector Nine-Four, And I’ve successfully unlocked the third-tier basement door! The permit for the application's finally signed, Though the project was canceled and its purpose reassigned. But look at this signature! The margins are straight! A testament of triumph to the Soviet state! Oh, file the form! Stamp the sheet! The symphony of progress is a beautiful beat! From Section B to Tower Three, we march in a line, To approve the requisition for the rubber-stamp twine! It’s a glorious dawn for the paper machine, The most efficient labyrinth that you’ve ever seen! Glory to the process! Glory to the plan! The system is perfect, and so is the man! Glory to the Ministry! Glory to the ink! We do not have to worry! We do not have to think! Just stamp... stamp... stamp... Beautiful.