Death's Administrative Nightmare Lyrics

Climate change is an administrative nightmare

In the offices of death

I have to file a form for every single human

There's spreadsheets of each dead insect

But grim reaper management denied our request

to put project climate on hold

We had to protect shareholder interests

By meeting our quota of souls

Climate change is an administrative nightmare

In the offices of death

I cried when I missed my Little Grimlings' science fair

Ms Grim thinks I might be depressed

So we formed a reaper trade union

To make sure our whispers were heard

But the change fell short of a revolution

We just got a scheme for cycling to work

So we took control of the lake of souls

We do the scything we know how it works

Got rid of manager roles

Set new business goals

So the afterlife would have to put life first

Climate change is an administrative nightmare

But there's a way out of this hell

If you support the system that's soulless and unfair

You'll soon hear the toll of my bell