down – new orleans is a dying whore lyrics
the eighteen hundreds, before the inception
of modern day ideals, fake grip of appeals,
straight to the street run, no bar room virgin,
double vision cocaine, to a wh-r- house of pain
(think deep within ourselves, things haven’t changed so much)
new orleans is a dying wh-r-
naked she sleeps on my floor
new orleans is a dying wh-r-
the spreading highway, the underwater staircase
leading up to a black room, to leave there you’re a fool
mob world politics, so broke it can’t fix,
trapped in a time zone, there’s no place like home
(if it ain’t broke don’t try and fix it, oh but there can be an exception)
new orleans is a dying wh-r-
with your love she breaks down my door
new orleans is a dying wh-r-
(relax)
new orleans is a dying wh-r-
stripped down and beat to the floor
new orleans is a dying wh-r-
blood covered, stuck to my floor
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