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?