Songtext von 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...