French kiss the asses of the masses
when they ask which ways the fastest to hong kong.
i don't know i've never been, but soon i'll be.
tell the operator "sell you later", at this point in starving.
give me a minute and i'll tell you when i'm ready to go underwater.
all of my bastard children knew right from the very beginning.
they knew exactly what i was thinking.
they knew i was sinning and sinking.
walk a million miles to tell a thousand lies to a smile on the face.
the substitute for what's lacking was far more complete the second time through.