House of the Rising Sun (Live on Mars)

There is a house in New Orleans

They call "The Rising Sun"

And it's been the ruin of many a-poor boy

And, God, I know, I'm one

Everybody stand the fuck-up

Everybody stand up

And my mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

And my father was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Here comes the queen of New Orleans, baby

Come here

And the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk (trunk, trunk, trunk)

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on the junk

Oh, mothers, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the house of the Rising Sun

Well, I've got one foot on the platform

And the other foot on the train

And I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah (let's go)

There is a house in New Orleans

They call "The Rising Sun" (they call "The Rising Sun")

And it's been the ruin of many a-poor boys

And, God (and, God), I know, I'm one

Are you ready for a good party?

Are you ready for a good party?

Will you be? Come on

Will you be? Come on

Come-