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Fire and Gunshots in New Orleans
Fire and gunshots in New Orleans But don’t mistake that noise, boys, this ain’t Mardi Gras We’ve got fire and gunshots in New Orleans Get off your asses, damn it, where’s the National Guard Folks are dying down here just like in a war
Fire and gunshots in New Orleans Uncle Albert got caught looting a jewelry store But with all the gunshots in New Orleans They just watched him drop them Rolex on the floor Spun him ‘round, said, “Al don’t shop down here no more” Folks are wound up out there just like in a war
Fire and gunshots in New Orleans (We lost everything) Fire and gunshots in New Orleans (Don’t leave us here) Fire and gunshots in New Orleans (Breathe man, live) Folks are dying down here just like in a war Folks are dying down here send the National Guard
We got hammered by the hurricane, swallowed by the Pontchartrain Humbled by the looters’ reign, waiting till the Army came Engineers to fix the drain and gather up the last remains Oh, Boo Boo, what a crying shame, there’s poison in the Pontchartrain Oh, Boo Boo, what a crying shame
Fire and gunshots in New Orleans Even the birds have turn’t and flown away But we will all return one day New Orleans One day tomorrow will be just like yesterday Back in New Orleans “Laissez les bon temps roulette”
Fire and gunshots in New Orleans Folks are dying right now just like in a war Get off your ass goddammit, send the National Guard
© 2005. Billy Marabella. |
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