I thought from the title it was gonna be a mummy song and I wasn't too far off. I like the jazz chords of course, nicely done- the whole thing. My favorite lines were "donated organs in a tupperware bowl " (I'm donating MY organs and I don't care what they put them in, I just think I should get a WRITE OFF on my TAXES) . And "they think of me as background noise, I feel like a backstreet boy" ( at least the backstreet boys get paid for their misery. This music business is just an expensive hobby for ME!) . Okay, well, my other theory about this song is that it depicts some sick erotic ritual, something like Donald Trump's adventure at the Russian Cathouse. Well good luck with Irma la Douche, keep yer powder dry! Adios, --- Peter the So So -eh!~