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To the tune of 'House of the Rising Sun'There was a house in new orleansLost in the rising floodAnd it's become a ruin of soggy woodAnd now I fear a dudMy father was an oilorHe pumped the black gold seasMy sweetheart was a looter, lordDown in new orleansNow the only thing a looter seesIs profit from other's lossAnd the only time he's satisfiedIs when he's hauling drossHe fills his truck up to the brimAnd he'll pass the guns aroundAnd the only pleasure he gets out of lifeIs shooting rescue choppers downOh tell our fellow citiesNot to do what we have doneDon't build below the oceanWhere we all will sink as oneWell it's one foot in the domeAnd the other's in the rainI'm goin' back to new orleansBut never shall remainI
I'm going straight to hell, aren't I?
...have you heard the one about the dyslexic devil worshipper who sold his soul to Santa?