Bourbon Street
Scanning them for money
You profit from their ignorance
And I think it's funny
Cause you think they are the morons
House of the rising sun is what you sing
This house here in Bourbon Street, New Orleans
Tourists make you their puppet on a string
And you have no idea what the song means
Within your frame all are to blame
For the non- flame that you became
And your game is your claim to fame
Of walking the lame walk of shame
You read them while you play
Thinking you are a mastermind
And yes I have to say
The soul in you is far behind
House of the rising sun is what you sing
This house here in Bourbon Street, New Orleans
Tourists make you their puppet on a string
And you have no idea what the song means
Within your frame all are to blame
For the non- flame that you became
And your game is your claim to fame
Of walking the lame walk of shame
You talk trash about all strippers and prostitutes
While you forgot about your own musical roots
So just play your piano and own your guitar
But you're selling your soul just like they are
Within your frame YOU are to blame
For the non- flame that you became
And your game is your claim to fame
So just walk your lame walk of shame