作词 : Anselmo, Brown, Keenan
Take the 1800's before the inception of modern day ideals, 
Fake grip of appeals straight to the street run, no 
Bar room virgin, double vision - cocaine, to a whore house of pain 
New Orleans is a dying whore, naked she sleeps on my floor 
The spreading highway, 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 
New Orleans is a dying whore, naked she sleeps on my floor