While the World Health Organisation begs for a ceasefire to tackle an Ebola outbreak with a death rate that makes Russian roulette look like a safe bet, the Trump administration is building a quarantine centre in Kenya—presumably because the only thing more terrifying than a haemorrhagic fever is providing healthcare to Americans at home. Back in the entertainment sector, a 'poison seller' has finally admitted to aiding suicides, because apparently the only thing more efficient than the modern internet is its ability to facilitate misery. Meanwhile, Russia has managed to 'accidentally' bomb a NATO member, Call of Duty is already scripting the sequel, and Mexico is passing laws to annul elections for foreign interference—a strategy the West finds shocking, mostly because they didn't think of it first.
🎵 (s)Hit of the Day 🎵
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[Intro]
[Electronic pulses building]
[String synthesizer pads rising]
[Verse 1]
Seventy-nine British deaths on the spreadsheet
Kenneth Law dispatched the goods, the invoice complete
Families want answers but the file's archived
Just an administrative footnote, barely survived
Poison by post, the modern way to go
Your suffering is noted in the annual flow
Click to confirm, the transaction's done
Death is just a service, anyone can be one
[Chorus]
It's all just data on a screen tonight
Processing the darkness with fluorescent light
Terror's just background, and grief's a chore
Administrative footnote, nothing more
[Filter disco strings sweep]
Just an administrative footnote, nothing more
[Verse 2]
Tedros begs a ceasefire from the men with guns
Ebola's blooming where the militia runs
Thirty to fifty percent won't survive the month
But deadlines are flexible when you're dying young
The White House builds a quarantine in Kenya's dust
Americans stranded, geography's a must
Can't bring them home, that would spoil the view
Geography's the firewall between us and you
[Chorus]
It's all just data on a screen tonight
Processing the darkness with fluorescent light
Terror's just background, and grief's a chore
Administrative footnote, nothing more
Just an administrative footnote, nothing more
[Bridge]
[Breakdown]
[Bass guitar bubbling]
Russian drones in Romanian skies
NATO writes a letter with tired eyes
Seventeen girls in a Kenyan fire
But the newsfeed moves on, the algorithms tire
Mexico cancels votes for foreign interference
Giving carte blanche to the ruling adherents
Bondi defends what she cannot find
The Epstein files are somewhere down the line
[Verse 3]
One hundred and twenty-five billion lost each year
The youth have opted out, the figures clear
Not in employment, not in training, just existing
The economy's bleeding while nobody's listening
Call of Duty serves up a Korean war
If you cannot bomb them, then bomb them more
Virtually speaking, of course, it's fine
Everything's acceptable on your timeline
[Chorus]
It's all just data on a screen tonight
Processing the darkness with fluorescent light
Terror's just background, and grief's a chore
Administrative footnote, nothing more
Just an administrative footnote, nothing more
[Outro]
Just a footnote
[Repeating]
Just a number
[Repeating]
Just a statistic in the annual report
[Fade to electronic pulse]
Administrative footnote
[End]