Dumb Waiters

Gimme all your paper, Ma, gimme all your jazz

Gimme something that I need, something I can have

Mrs. London's 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

Gimme all your paper, ah, so I can get a train

They just wanna suck you into bein' 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 it in for me

Yeah, I mean it honestly

I just scream

Really

Gimme all your paper, ma, so I can buy a train

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've got it in for me

Yeah, I mean it honestly

They all dream

Dreaming