Lyrics of Dumb waiters

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
So i can buy a train
They just wanna 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
Scream

Give me 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 have go it in for me
Yeah i mean it honestly
They all dream
Dreaming