The Rand Hymn

Oh, the Rand Corporation's the boon of the world
They think all day long for a fee
They sit and play games about going up in flames
For counters they use you and me, honey bee
For counters they use you and me

It's so nice to know we have Rand on our side
We'll always have good old Rand around
A zillion will be fried out, but in some neat hideout
Rand will be safe under ground, praise the Lord
Rand will be safe under ground

With a stroke of the pen, they can change us from men
Into numbers that flash on thе wall
These brainy heroеs transform us to zeros
So who gives a damn if we fall, after all
Who gives a damn if we fall

Their superior genes will be safe behind screens
With the rest of our line doomed to die
We'll be all sorted out, past a shadow of doubt
By the all-wise electronic eye; bow down
To the mighty electronic eye

They will rescue us all from a fate worse than death
With a touch of the push-button hand
We'll be saved at one blow from the designated foe
But who's going to save us from Rand, dear Lord
Who's going to save us from Rand?