Lyrics
Sons and fathers are shooting for food
The commoners are forced to loot
The people lucky enough to stand on their feet
Get to watch bodies float down Bourbon Street
The poor locked up in the Superdome
Just about falling in their piss
Why why why the people cry
The authorities just lettin' us die?
Washed out on Bourbon Street
The roof has got a leak
The oil wasted on Bourbon Street
Your possessions are what you seek
Death looms over this party city
We all gotta' send Mayor Nagin our pity
Now all the energy is being choked
It's just another sign of the times
