There's a big house in New Orleans
They call the setting sun
It is the storage for many a coffin
And now I sleep in one
My mother in the trailer
Was cooking up some beans
My father was a huntin man
Camped near New Orleans
The awakening from psychic feeds
Hit a Mirror loud thunk
My reflection it was not espied
I hit the floor ker plunk
(Organ solo)
Oh parents tell your children
Not to hate veggies and run
Against garlic most importantly
Or you'll rise with the setting sun
Well, I had flown back to the campground
Another life I have gained
I’m flyin back to New Orleans
To mom and dad now claimed
There's a big house in New Orleans
They call the setting sun
It's been the storage for many a coffin
I sleep all day in one
