The 1800's 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 w____ house of pain

Look deep within ourselves, things haven't changed so much

New Orleans is a dying w____, naked she sleeps on my floor

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, but ohh there could be one exception

New Orleans is a dying w____, naked she sleeps on my floor

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