I wash my hands in the blood of grapefruit. Come, drink with me.
Whenever You're Gone, I'm Here For YouI dance like I make love—in a group, while wearing a bag on my head.
Whenever You're Gone, I'm Here For YouSuccess breeds slackery. And I breed in the backery of the bakery.
Whenever You're Gone, I'm Here For YouIn a toast, I’ll raise my glass like I’d raise a child—through orphanages.
Whenever You're Gone, I'm Here For You