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.