Old intuition on your dock fishin' Come on now, us a grade A for effort and B for C for devotion when the world encroachin' on your plans (Papapapapa) Where is the savoir? is the savoir? (Papapapapa) (Papapapapa) He's not here now (Pa pa pa pa) (Papapapapa) (Papapapapa) Where is the savoir? Where is the faire? (Papapapapa) (Papapapapa)
row the fumes they lay low On lanes that are wide where the limousines On the wrought iron gates and the bone China And don't forget your manners the anthems play
In a netherworld of feeds In a netherworld of feeds In a netherworld of foreign I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna a crown
Maids, they are frisked and are kissed I a visa, I bought off a geezer Political could make you a savior In an open corner where the news is
In a netherworld of feeds In a of foreign feeds In a netherworld of feeds I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the I'm take a crown, I'm gonna take a crown
I to get born, I need to get dead I'm sick of the forms, I'm sick of misread By men in dashikis and their lefist Colonized wrath their shinin' new
The converted of moorish design If you want to stay the weekend, well, we mind The they are hatchin', the surface is scratchin' In an open corner where the news is
In a of foreign beads In a netherland of beads In a netherland of beads I'm gonna take you down, I'm gonna the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the I'm take the crown, I'm gonna take the crown Yee eaa