[ Featuring Philip de Beer ]
Deep in the bowels...of conglomerate reporting
You'll find a man...fingers deftly working
His puppet strings...extending across the skyline
Voodoo numbers...they doin' no lyin'
Invisible...to the naked eye
In principle...he's the guy
And he will sell you...with a folksy grin
And he will tell you...that it just ain't him
Slick is the cover aha
Slick is the cover aha
Slick is the cover aha
Slick is the cover aha
Poppin' bottles with the pills and the money don't matter
Kickin' with my homies don't get much badder
I don't give a damn that it's a holographic disaster
But deep in the heart of the tallest building
In a corner office ominously twisting
All the dollars and the cents an accountant is busting loose
We the hottest in the club and the system don't matter
Tightest little middle class universe masters
We don't give a damn that it's a holographic disaster
A barracuda...in a sea of numbers
A controlista...unemcumbered
Sellin' you...on American dreams
That trickle up...to oil the big machine
So the centre...of his greenback core
Keeps spinning faster...and eating more
And it's all over...the 9 o'clock news
And it's all cover...for a man I've been
Slick is the cover aha
Slick is the cover aha
Slick is the cover aha
Slick is the runner aha
Poppin' bottles and the pills and the money don't matter
Kickin' with my homies don't get much badder
I don't give a damn that it's a holographic disaster
But deep in the heart of the tallest building
In a corner office ominously twisting
All the dollars and the cents an accountant is busting loose
We the hottest in the club and the system don't matter
Tightest little middle class universe masters
We don't give a damn that it's a holographic disaster