The House Of The Dying Sun

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Dying Sun
And It's been a ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know, I'm one

My mother was a hooker
She sold my new blue jeans
My father was a junkey man
Down in New Orleans

And the only what that wanker needs
Is a bullet and a fucking gun
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk

I left one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm crawling back to New Orleans
To shoot a bullet in my brains

So hookers, tell your children
What they has to be done
Spend your life in sin and sodomy
In the house of the Dying Sun

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