You could have been New Orleans You could have been New Orleans But you'll just be Hollywood for the rest of your life You could have been New Orleans But you'll just be Hollywood for the rest of your life I saw us drowning with our neck in a rope She was covered handy by the river of dope I guess it caught her fancy just to be by his side She had no answer when she tried to get high Turn to the prison of the camera's strobe Fame is religion by the river of dope My brain is tired of how the woman can cope It just don't matter to the river of dope The door's no longer open for my name on their breath So long I've waited for the coming of death Will I be united with my innocence gone Will I burn to cinders as the river rolls on Hmmm...river, we sleep in your mud. You give us poison, when we drink your blood I saw your woman with a seven-foot rope Hang your dirty laundry by the river of dope I watched your mother abandon her hope And she watched you drowning by the river of dope It felt so damn special to be damaged and free To have her hairs not feel you. Look in my eyes and you'll see That I flow with the river, and I'm a slave to his song and I will drown forever where so many have gone Goodbye you people who have abandoned your hope Parade in early morning to the river of dope Hmm, yeah the river of dope
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