You kissing me right before banging your head on the wall while screaming red rum, red rum, red rum. That is the way I wish to leave through destruction chaos. You always run down Beale street naked end up visiting a voodoo fairy a beer in your hand nachos on your face. You take a trip to the Pink Palace force yourself inside the shrunken head. Lock your family in a freezer on the way out of lala land ensure that the neighbors can’t hear the terror in their snow muffled screams. But not before you take that body from earlier in the day the one belonging to the dead bouncer who resembled your father so well and dump it into the Mississippi.