It's that time of year again. Manifest your destiny. Gather 'round the big black table, and we'll call it 'Family'. We call it family. Hurry up and carve that turkey.
I can feel it's eyes on me. Gimme that knife, I want the heart. Gimme that knife, I want the brains. Gimme that knife...
I'll fight you for the spine. It's savage but familiar, we call it Family.
