New Orleans

I'm scared (I swear) of you In the tunnel In the darkness The darkest walls of blue There's beasts And there's men And there's something on this Earth That comes back again Alpha...Delta...Gamma... Everybody's smoked. Well you can't say (you can't say) That my soul has died away (yay-yay-yay-yeah) No, you can't say (you can't say) That my soul has died away (yay-yay-yay-yeah) Well, there's trouble in the hall And trouble up the stairs There's trouble, in the trouble, there's Trouble in the air Well please don't say (please don't say) That my soul has died away (yay-yay-yay-yeah) There is a house in New Orleans Not the one you heard about, I'm talkin' 'bout another house They spoke of gold in the cellar That a Spanish gentleman had left I broke in one hundred years ago With a dagger tucked in my vest Legends of gold, I tried to hold The grey half-light of the hallway at night One...Two...Three...Four...Five... We're trapped inside the song. Well, we're trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Where the nights are so long We're trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Trapped inside the song Where the nights are so long There's traps inside us all There's traps inside us all There's traps inside us all (And the knife is so tall Knife is so tall, knife is so tall, Knife is so...tall)