Take the 1800's before the inception of modern day ideals,
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Fake grip of appeals straight to the street run, no
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Bar room virgin, double vision - cocaine, to a whore house of pain
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New Orleans is a dying whore, naked she sleeps on my floor
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The spreading highway, the underwater staircase
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Leading up to a black room, to leave there you're a fool
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Mob world politics, so broke it can't fix, trapped
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In a time zone, there's no place like home
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New Orleans is a dying whore, naked she sleeps on my floor
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New Orleans Is A Dying Whore
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