Gonzo and Dostoevsky share a drink
in the corner of this death-end bar,
they talk alcohol and Marilyn Monroe
and Gonzo takes Dostoevsky home in his car.

But the car swerves off the road,
killing a mother, outright mowed her
down; no way can you die in the land of the dead--
"At least," says Gonzo darkly, "not when you're sober."

Dostoevsky admits that they went a little far,
taking death for a joke and a mom from her daughter,
"Here, take this," Dostoevsky says while laughing,
as he hands Gonzo a present, one Russian revolver.

Gonzo asks, "What do I do with this?"
The reply was, "You know what you have to do."
Gonzo thinks for a minute and takes the revolver--
he shoots Dostoevsky, then turns the gun on himself too.

That's when the Devil shows up
after he watches from his blackened tower
the event transpire-- he steps foot on the scene
after everything went sour.