What a night spent
Lusting, thrusting after
Every cup to maintain
The fame of playing our game
Well into the predawn glare
We care not at all
For how we fare the morning
After our midnight disaster
Hail to the glory,
Spectacle, and
Story
By Ian Garrabrant
What a night spent
Lusting, thrusting after
Every cup to maintain
The fame of playing our game
Well into the predawn glare
We care not at all
For how we fare the morning
After our midnight disaster
Hail to the glory,
Spectacle, and
Story