Whorehouse

Hot Louisiana rains pours down
On the dreams of a lesser man
Weeping body wracked with pain
Clinging weakly to the land
In the distance covered in ashes
Stands the symbol of the life he lost
He’s a relic, wasted, broken
Knelt before a weeping cross

Murky Louisiana waters run
Wash the flesh of a broken man
A shattered body left to die
Shaking legs that cannot stand
In the shadows the house is calling
The final stop of a daughter’s fall
It’s your fault from birth to death
And she died where you let her crawl

Whorehouse…
Poorhouse…
Dying…
Dead…