New Orleans Is A Dying Whore Lyrics

The 1800's, 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
New Orleans is a dying whore Naked she sleeps on my floor New Orleans is a dying whore
The spreading highway To the underwater staircase Leading up to a black room, to live 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
New Orleans is a dying whore If you're not seen break down the door New Orleans is a dying whore
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