Take the 1800`s before the inception of modern day ideals,
Fake grip of appeals straight to the street run, no
Bar room virgin, double vision - cocaine, to a whore house of pain
New Orleans is a dying whore, naked she sleeps on my floor
The spreading highway, 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, naked she sleeps on my floor
