Lambchop - N.O. lyrics

This is not new orleans

No party in my head

I want to take a bottle

From the barroom to my bed

I want to know the flavor

Feel the stinging on my tongue

See the scattered dumbness

Of another evening left undone

This is not poetry

This is depravity

This is an outrage

This is unsavory

I am escaping

My home trappings

It takes an old man

To bend a sapling

Do not wait

Do not ponder

What goes on here

Goes on up yonder

Ghastly mask

Shape undone

A human pile

Of hair and come

This wicked man

Has become unwise

A silhouette

Between her thighs

We are now going

We are not growing

Anymore, anymore

Wipe your mouth

The bottle's empty

Urinate upon the tree

Into the lake

You threw the house key

Your mistake

Their morality

Sleeps with the fishes

Dirty dishes

There lays the vessel

On its side

Sleeps with the fishes

Dirty dishes

There lays the vessel

On its side