I was raised up believing I was somehow unique Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see And now after some thinking, I’d say I’d rather be A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me
Give us this day our daily panels, as we proceed to get hammered with those who have presented to us. And lead us not back to the hotel, but to every bar in New Haven. In the name of the Revolution and of Rum and of good cigars. Amen.