New Orleans Is a Dying Whore

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