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row the fumes they lay low On lanes that are wide where the limousines On the iron gates and the bone China plates And forget your manners where the anthems play
In a netherworld of foreign In a netherworld of foreign In a netherworld of foreign I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna take the I'm gonna the crown, I'm gonna take a crown
Maids, they are frisked and asses are I needed a visa, I bought off a Political could make you a savior In an open corner where the news is
In a netherworld of foreign In a of foreign feeds In a netherworld of feeds I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna the crown I'm take a crown, I'm gonna take a crown
I need to get born, I to get dead I'm sick of the forms, I'm of being misread By men in and their lefist weeklies wrath their shinin' new path
The converted castle of moorish If you want to stay the weekend, well, we mind The plots are hatchin', the surface is scratchin' In an open corner the news is read
In a of foreign beads In a netherland of foreign In a netherland of beads I'm take you down, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna the crown, I'm gonna take the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna the crown I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna the crown Yee eaa