Old intuition on your dock we're fishing
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 ride
Over wrought iron gates on the bone china plates
And don't forget your manners when the anthem's played
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 the crown
Maids they are frisked and asses are kissed
I needed a visa I bought off a geezer
Political favors could make you a saviour
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 the 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
The colorised wrath thier shining new path
The converted castle of moorish design
If you wanna stay the weekend well we wouldn't mind
The plots they are hatching the surface is scrathing
In an open corner where the news is late
In a netherland of foreign feeds
In a netherland of foreign feeds
In a netherland of foreign feeds
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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