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Poisoned streets |
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Full of blood |
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The people can do nothing |
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To hold back the flood |
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The water takes them |
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Not one life line |
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Everyone just standing |
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Ringing their hands and crying |
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Can anyone among us please explain |
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What went down on the banks of the Ponchartrain? |
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No sir I don't believe it was the hurricane |
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That lay New Orleans out to waste |
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Blown-out windows, |
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Rooftops gone |
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Every soul |
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Singing a funeral song |
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Look at the pictures |
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All black faces |
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Our leaders call themselves distracted |
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I call them racists |
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Can anyone among you please explain |
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What went down on the banks of the Ponchartrain? |
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It's you our leader who's to blame |
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You lay sweet New Orleans out to waste |
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And if I had |
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Had my way |
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I'd pull them all outta there |
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And I'd make you stay |
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For a storm |
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All your own |
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And I'd be that old hurricane |
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And I'd wash away all your gold |
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Your wife and children |
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Would have no home |
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You'd be left there in those waters |
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Naked and alone |
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In the streets |
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Of poisoned blood |
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Now what you gonna do |
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To hold back the flood? |
