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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
Part of these releases
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- Track 9 on Diary of a Mad Band
- 8 Hail The Leaf
- 10 Lies, I Don't Know What They Say But...
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- Track 5 on Diary of a Mad Band Disc 2
- 4 Rehab
- 6 Ghosts Along The Mississippi
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- Track 9 on Threefold Live: Diary Of A Mad Band
- 8 Hail The Leaf
- 10 Lies
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- Track 10 on Down II: A Bustle in Your Hedgerow...
- 9 Doobinterlude
- 11 The Seed
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