AND WHY SHOULD YOUR SONGS BE UNFIT FOR MY HALLS? COME SING ME A SONG. AM I BLANCHIN', GIRL WE BLANCHIN' I LIVE UP IN A MANSION ARE YOU BLANCHIN', YEAH WE BLANCHIN' I LIVE UP IN A MANSION; HEAR NOW, PEREGRIN, SON OF PALADIN: I RELEASE YOU FROM MY SERVICE. GO NOW AND DIE IN WHAT WAY SEEMS BEST FOR YOU.