Dumb Waiters Lyrics - Psychedelic Furs

Give me all your paper ma 

Gimme all your jazz 

Give me 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 

Give me all your paper ma 

So I can buy a train 

They just want to suck you in 

To 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