歌词
Old intuition
On your dock we're fishin'
Come on now give us a grade
A for effort and a B for delivery
C for devotion when the world
Starts encroaching on your plans
Where is the savoir
Where is the savoir
He's not here right now
Where is the savoir
Where is the savoir-faire
Embassy row
The fumes they lay low
On lanes that are wide
Where the limousines glide
On the wrought-iron gates
And the bone china plates
And don't forget your manners
Where the anthems play
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take a crown
Maids
They are frisked and asses are kissed
I needed a visa I bought off a geezer
Political favors could make you a savior
In an open corner where the news is late
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take a crown
I'm gonna take a crown
I need to get born
I need to get dead
I'm sick of the forms
I'm sick of being misread
By men in dashikis and their leftist weeklies
Colonized wrath their shining new path
The converted castle of moorish design
If you want to stay the weekend
Well we wouldn't mind
The plots they are hatching
The surface is scratching
In an open corner where the news is late
In a netherland of foreign beads
In a netherland of foreign beads
In a netherland of foreign beads
I'm gonna take you down
I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown
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