Situation Vacant Splinter

An employment advertisement in the station caught my eye
And kept me looking, yeah
Said there's a situation vacant in the office of invention
So you might try there

So you buy yourself a tie and comb your hair
And astound them with impressive words
That you have read somewhere

We don't want you working here (get out, you're no good)
I said we don't want you working here
We don't want you working here (get out, you're no good)
We don't want you working here

Every eye in the place tonight is gonna be on you
They want to see you crawl and after all
That's what you're paid to do

So you look the people straight between the eyes
And you tell them quite implicitly
Just what you feel inside

We don't want you
We don't want you

When a paragraph on paper makes a difference to your money
Well, it's just not fair
And surrounded by the smell of bread
You let your feelings fill your head and float away