Old intuition on your dock we're
Fishin'
Come on now, give us a grade
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 the 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 the 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 a crown
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna
Take the crown
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna
Take a crown