Nola

I’m feelin' broke and you can fix me
You move like the Crescent City
A spell from the Nun’s at Ursuline, feel’s fine.
I’ll walk in the dark, till I see the crack of dawn
We’ll sleep when we know, all of the ghosts are gone
From the outside in, I want to rip you out.
I wanna die in your Creole song.
Lust is in a coma for too long
Coffin nails, trails and Voodoo signs, white lines.
I Wanna Kill of the drunks down on Burbon St.
Break all of their bones, make them moan lying at your feet.
From the outside in, I want to rip you out.
I died in the city below the sea
In a well near the foot of a Cypress tree.
Gotta get away, gotta get away.
And she sings.