Yard Act - Dream Job

Listen to Dream Job here: Pre Order our album “Where’s My Utopia“ here: Follow Yard Act: Instagram: Facebook: Twitter: 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 cant 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