New Orleans Is a Dying Whore - Down

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 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

New Orleans is a dying whore

Blood covered, stuck to my floor

New Orleans is a dying whore