Embassy Row (Remastered)

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 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 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 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 the 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