Dumb Waiters Songtext

von Psychedelic Furs

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 her son
Gimme all your paper ah
So I can get a gun

She has 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 about 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 making me insane
Have another cigarette
And have another cigarette
In a room where lovers go
Talking on the telephone

They have go it in for me
Yeah I mean it honestly
They all dream