I am Tyrion, a dwarf, plainly you see;
A Lion of Lannister, standing four foot three.
Wit is my weapon, Just is my cause.
I use my faults wisely, like a lion, his claws.
Whores are my penchant,
drinking my game.
I seek no one’s fortune, I am my own fame.
My sister’s a whore, my brother, a sword.
My father’s an asshole, my mother’s no more.
One day I will smile here.
One day I will lie here.
I dare do not cry here,
or fear for my life, dear.
I’ll drain a man dry here,
with humor that’s wry here.
I’ve seen a man die here,
and felt a girl’s thigh here.
I deal with the strife here,
and think of my life here.
I dream of my wife near.
She’s somewhere inside here.
I make my own might here,
and I’m still alive here.
I fight the good fight here,
and still, I’m alive here.
I am Tyrion, The Imp. I am proud to be me.
I am The Giant of Lannister, standing four foot and three.