text:  Don't call for your surgeon, even he says it's late. It's not your lungs this time, but your heart holds your fate. Don't give me my money back, I don't want it anymore. It's not that nursery mouth I came back for. It's not the way it's stretched out on the floor. You and I, I ask you to fight my wars. And you should know that's true. You should know that too.