Yard Act - Dream Job lyrics

We get down to the sound of a singular mind
And we like criminals when criminals are treating us kind
For the subliminal freaks with their invisible style
You're on trial

I place a bet on a game knowing no one will score
And break a sweat watching the greats dragging their feet on the floor
Is it ambitiously weak to be proficiently poor and still smile?
We're on trial, but still

It's ace, top, mint, boss, class, sweet, deece, not bad

So lay waste to your superiors to lighten the mood
Or kowtow to your inferiors for fear you'll look rude
If you don't are your interiors as perfectly screwed as mine are?
Maybe I'll show you sometime

Oh my god, its ace just look at my face, top I'm on top of the world
Mint? of course, it is, boss, why can't we travel in business class?
Pass the pop, because life is sweet, so neat it can't be beat, it's
Deece, that means decent, not bad, it's alright yeah

Welcome to the future, the paranoia suits ya

Step into my office. All night long
It's ace, class, sweet
Welcome to the future, paranoia suits ya
God knows what you're talking about
But your eyes never lie when you look at me like that
Step into my office all night long
Let me show you how we do things round here
Welcome to your dream job
I'm never gonna give it up
Step into my office. All night long