Text: Pavement. Brighten The Corners. Embassy Row.

Old intuition on your dock we're fishin'
Come on now, give us a grade
A for effort and B for delivery
C for devotion when the world starts encroachin' on your plans
(Papapapapa)
Where is the savoir? Where is the savoir?
(Papapapapa)
(Papapapapa)
He's not here right now
(Pa pa pa pa)
(Papapapapa)
(Papapapapa)
Where is the savoir? Where is the savoir faire?
(Papapapapa)
(Papapapapa)

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 read

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 shinin' new path

The converted castle of moorish design
If you want to stay the weekend, well, we wouldn't mind
The plots they are hatchin', the surface is scratchin'
In an open corner where the news is read

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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