[new orleans, music]
and so the light fades,
it's still your birthday,
so blow out your past lives,
like they're candles on the cake.
[klaus and elijah die]
baby we don't need no money,
no worries tonight,
start a party in the living room,
turn it up until we feel it boom,
baby, let's get fucking crazy,
and lose track of time,
why we always gotta fret about it?
there's nothing to regret about it.