And They Die An Equal Death —

Once You Go Vatican, You Never Go Back Again.

The Wine Urges Me On, The Bewitching Wine, Which Sets Even A Wise Man To Singing And To Laughing Gently And Rouses Him Up To Dance And Brings Forth Words Which Were Better Unspoken.

Sing, O Muse, Of The Rage Of Achilles, Son Of Peleus, That Brought Countless Ills Upon The Achaeans.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

...he'll Never Lie - The Man Is Far Too Wise.