Dumb Waiters

Give me all your paper ma

Gimme all your jazz

Give me something that i need

Something i can have

Mrs. londons coming round

She's coming with the sun

Gimme all your paper ah

So i can get a gun

She's got it in for me

Yeah i mean it honestly

She's so mean

Give me all your paper ma

So i can buy a train

They just wanna suck you into being one of them

Tell her that i'm not in here

Tell her i'm a freak

Tell her that i fall around every time i speak

She has got in for me

Yeah i mean it honestly

I just scream

Give me all your paper ma

So i can buy a train

I don't know how i got in here

It's driving me insane

Have another cigarette

Have another cigarette

In a room where lovers go

Talking on the telephone

They've got it in for me

Yeah i mean it honestly

They all dream

Dreaming...