[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