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Banging heads and broken jaws...

because there are not laws in the pit

Name:
LYSSA
Birthdate:
10 June
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans.
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk.
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun.

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one.

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