Embassy Row

[Intro]
F       Dm    Am
Old intuition on your dock we're
G
Fishin'
F            Dm            Am  G
Come on now, give us a grade
F     Dm           F       G   Am  G
A for effort and a B for delivery
F       Dm              F
C for devotion when the world starts
 G                 C     Dm
Encroaching on your plans
F            Dm      Fm
Where is the savoir? Where is the
Dm
Savoir?
Am       G          F Dm C Dm
He's not here right now
F            Dm      F
Where is the savoir? Where is the
G      Am     N.C.  F  Am G  F  Am
Savoir-faire?
 F  Am  G


[verse 1]
F            D   Am             A
Embassy row, the fumes they lay low
F                      D
On lanes that are wide where the
A
Limousines glide
      F                  D
On the wrought-iron gates and the 
bone
Am
China plates
A   G     F           D
And don't forget your manners where
   E       A
The anthems play

[Chorus A]
D    F                      Am
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
D    F                      A
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
D    F                      Am
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
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         A        F
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna
    A
Take the crown
                  F
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna
      Am    A
Take a crown

[verse 2]
F                           Am
Maids, they are frisked and asses 
are
   A
Kissed
  F                Am         
I needed a visa, I bought off a 
     A
geezer
F                      Am
Political favors could make you a
G
Savior
F          D                E
In an open corner where the news is
A
Late

[Chorus A]
D    F                      Am
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
D    F                      A
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
D    F                      Am
In a netherworld of foreign feeds
         A        F
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna
    A
Take the crown
                  F
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna
      Am    A
Take a crown

[guitar solo]
F  Am G F  A  F  D A  F  A
F  D A  G F  A  F  A  G F D A

[verse 3]
  F
I need to get born, I need to get 
dead

I'm sick of the forms, I'm sick of
A        F
Being misread
                  A
By men in dashikis and their leftist
Weeklies
F                      A
Colonized wrath, their shining new
Path
    F                   Am    
The converted castle of moorish 
    A
design
      F
If you want to stay the weekend, 
well,
A
We wouldn't mind
   F                 D
The plots they are hatching, the
A               G
Surface is scratching
F           D                E
In the open corner where the news is
A
Late

[Chorus B]
D    F                     A
In a netherland of foreign beads
D    F                     A
In a netherland of foreign beads
D    F                     A
In a netherland of foreign beads
                  F
I'm gonna take you down, I'm gonna
        A
Take the crown
              G   F
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna
      A
Take a crown
              G   F
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna
        A
Take the crown
              G   F
I'm gonna take the crown, I'm gonna
      A
Take a crown