Letra de New Orleans Is A Dying Whore

[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
(Think deep within ourselves)
(Things haven't changed so much)
[Chorus]
New Orleans is a dying whore
Naked she sleeps on my floor
New Orleans is a dying whore
[Verse 2]
The spread leg 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
[Pre-Chorus]
(If it ain't broke don't try and fix it)
(Oh, but there could be one exception)
[Chorus]
New Orleans is a dying whore
With your love she breaks down my door
New Orleans is a dying whore
[Chorus]
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