The Psychedelic Furs | Lyrics | 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