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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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