This song was inspired by a combination of being an office worker in the 21st Century and "The Utopia of Rules: On Technology, Stupidity, and the Secret Joys of Bureaucracy" by David Graeber.
When will you ever learn? Take your place, wait to take your turn. No matter how much you plead, correct forms are needed to proceed. Your signature should be on this line, not that one. Better luck next time. This form isn't notarized. I can't accept this. You should have realized. This was due yesterday. Go to collections and have a nice day. The instructions are crystal clear. Had you read them, you would not still be standing here. I don't make up the rules, I just have to deal with all of you god damned fools. Personal responsibility would solve your problems.
I dream of a perfect world. I dream of a world where everybody knows the process and the process never falters--a world with perfect transparency. Where all the lines are clear, disorder disappears. This is the rule of law, this is the world of rules. The rules that keep us safe, prevent abuses, and keep everybody honest--the price we pay for security. Or return to the days, those random lawless ways. Is that what you would do, just throw it all away? To make up for your inability to follow straightforward instructions, to just do as you're told. The process can be improved, but if it's left to you it will fail.