New Orleans Is a Dying Whore

The eighteen hundreds

Before the inception

Of modern day ideals

Fake grip of appeals

Straight to the street run

No barroom virgin

Double vision cocaine

To a whorehouse of pain

Way deep within our souls

Things haven't changed so much

New Orleans is a dying whore

Naked, she sleeps on my floor

New Orleans is a dying whore

The spread-leg highway

To 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 timezone

There's no place like home

If it ain't broke, don't try and fix it

Ah, but there could be an exception

New Orleans is a dying whore

Thrown out she breaks down my door

New Orleans is a dying whore

Right

New Orleans is a dying whore

Stripped down and beat to the floor

New Orleans is a dying whore

Blood covered, stuck to my floor