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
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Down, Philip AnselmoPublicado em 2002 e lançado em 2008 (23/Jan)ECAD verificado fonograma #11158352 em 02/Abr/2024