New Orleans Is a Dying Whore Lyrics

The 1800's, before the inception
Of modern day ideals
Fake grip of appealsStraight to the street run, no barroom virgin
Double vision, cocaine
To a whorehouse of painNew Orleans is a dying whore
Naked she sleeps on my floor
New Orleans is a dying whoreThe spreading highway
To the underwater staircase
Leading up to a black room, to live there you're a foolMob world politics, so broke it can't fix
Trapped in a time zone
There's no place like homeNew Orleans is a dying whore
If you're not seen break down the door
New Orleans is a dying whoreNew Orleans is a dying whore
Stripped down and beat to the floor
New Orleans is a dying whore
Blood covered, stuck to my floor