Sun [bad word]  up on New Orleans 
When I opened my eyes 
It was another perfect morning 
I didn’t know where I was 
or where I was going 
For most of my life 
If there was a chance to [bad word] it up 
Well…I did 
Yeah…I did 
Well…I did 
ridiculous existence 
Now I’m looking back 
All kinds of [bad word] to me 
But all I can think is 
I’m sorry 
Well…I’m sorry 

And let the [bad word] be known 
I’ve got to walk around 
In my own tennis shoes 
The [bad word] be known 
I’ve had to learn to live 
In this world on my own 
Let the [bad word] be known 
Nobody showed me 
How it’s supposed to go 
Let the [bad word] be known 
I’ve learned to walk around 
In my own tennis shoes 

Look at me now 
It’s pretty hard to believe it 
That pitiful boy 
You can barely see him 
I don’t beg nothing from no one 
Mow my lawn on the weekends 
Just a regular guy now 
From the gutters of New Orleans 
And…I’m happy 
Yeah…I’m happy 

And let the [bad word] be known…