Vista previa
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.