[Verse 1] Swipe the badge, the screen lights up again Another day lost before it even begins The chiller’s moaning, the AHU’s coughing up dust But I can’t touch a tool till the forms say I must “Describe the failure in precise detail” Upload the photo, the asset, the trail What should’ve been twenty takes three hours instead By the time I’m cleared, the problem’s already spread [Pre-Chorus] Every dropdown, every code, every mandatory field The software was sold as the future — it’s a battlefield [Chorus] Do they want us to work or sit in front of a screen? Do they want the hospital running or the audit trail clean? Safety first, they preach, while the paperwork stacks high The boiler’s overheating and nobody asks why Do they want us to work… or just document everything? [Verse 2] Work order system’s a maze with no map Click “new request,” it sends you right back Select the building, the floor, the parent, the child Forty-seven clicks later you’re still in the wild “Failure code 3-B-9” — what the hell does that mean? Pick the wrong one and it kicks back the screen It was built to save time, now it’s the main event The actual repair feels like an afterthought spent [Verse 3] Annual training season, here we go again Twenty-eight modules, all due by the end Watch the video on how not to trip and fall Then take the quiz till your brain hits the wall HIPAA refreshers and bloodborne pathogen fun Diversity, phishing, and “how to use the new nail gun” Forty hours a year just to stay “in compliance” While the real skills rust and the systems stay silent [Verse 4] Meeting invite hits for the meeting next week To discuss what we discussed in the meeting last week Agenda item one: the agenda for two Item three is to schedule the follow-up crew We talk about action items that never leave the slide Then we “circle back” till the whole thing has died Meanwhile the pager’s screaming — the OR’s going dark But I can’t leave the screen till the minutes are marked [Bridge] They say “lean this” and “six sigma that” But every new process just makes the pile fat The more we document, the less we can do It’s a perfect system… if the goal is to lose Emergency calls come when the equipment decides It’s had enough of the corporate divide Between what looks good on paper and what keeps the lights on We’re the ones getting squeezed till the whole thing is gone [Final Chorus] (bigger, more urgent) Do they want us to work or sit in front of a screen? Do they want solutions or just another routine? The forms keep on growing, the software gets “smarter” But the wrench in my hand feels like a foreign charter One day the whole system might come to a halt When the last engineer says “I can’t fix your fault” Because I’m still clicking “submit” on the very last form While the hospital’s dark and the alarms all warn… [Outro] (half-time, raw, building to final shout) So here’s to the engineers, the techs, and the crew Who keep the place running despite what they put us through We do it for the patients, we do it for the care But one of these days we might just not be there… (Gang vocals / all-out shout) DO THEY WANT US TO WORK… OR JUST DISAPPEAR BEHIND THE SCREEN?!
