Embassy Row

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 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 an 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 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