Walter, honey. Time to wake up. Just 10 more minutes. Oh, I'm sorry, sport. You can sleep in tomorrow. That's what Saturdays are for. Up against the wall. Come, come, come. All right. Got it. Got it....
Storyteller, bring your stories to my pyre You, the tame man, be what I have learned to loathe Tell me the secrets buried underneath A thousand years of dirt Tell me the fever chills your blood You...