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