Sep 15, 2024
[Old intuition, on your dock, we're fishin'. Come on now, give us a grade. A for effort, and a B for delivery, C for devotion. When the world starts encroaching on your plans. Where is the savoir, where is the savoir? He's not here right now. Where is the savior, where is the savoir-faire? Embassy row, the fumes, they lay low. On lanes that are wide where the limousines glide. On the wrought-iron gates and the bone China plates. And don't forget your manners where the anthems play.]
