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 lefist 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