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