Dream Job

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 Who can't smile (oi) 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? When on trial, but still It's ace, top, mint, boss (that's boss) Class, sweet, dece, 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 skewed as mine are? Maybe I'll show you sometime But, 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 cant we travel in business class? Pass the pop, because life is sweet So neat it can't be beat It's dece, 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, it's class, top, it's mint 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 Welcome to your dream job I'm never gonna give it up God knows what you're talking about God knows what you're talking about Step into my office All night long