The lineup revolves as it needs to and there are no rules.
Lyrics
sulking grim
reaper trodden
like a man who looked into a mirror
without seeing glass
water everywhere
and not a place to sink
"Try New Orlean's," he said,
"And do it with a drink."
Bourbon Street, she calls me
calls me with her voice
whiskey sour with past fame
blend and taste, she calls
Christen yourself,
Christen you, in my name
youth urchin street fire
haunted by a Voodo Mary
sink softly under mausoleum weight
find someone
to believe you by the hour
find someone
to believe you by the hour
find someone
by dayweek month or year
she's the woman
who looked into a mirror
without seeing glass
without seeing glass
