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The 1800s, 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 leave 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 ?? 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
New orleans is a dying whore
blood covered, stuck to my floor
new orleans is a dying whore