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As dead innocents depart To Hades in shopping carts Everything will look alright to thee Put silver dollars o'er yer eyes So yer don't have to criticize Then yeeze can all make out Yer didn't see!

We beg you, don't ignore us Was painted on their doors Will anybody help them With their plight?

'When you need our sons to fight a war On a far off foreign shore Even when our conscience Says it's not right Then, you would move quick To climb over dying, old and sick To ferry young boys out sharpish, at first light'!

As a city with no soul Starts to stumble, then to roll Like a boxer who has lost the will to fight Like two lovers who must part With such sad, despairing hearts Will this city and its people e're re-unite?

As the sickness and disease Is floating like a breeze A thought keeps re-occurring in my head For two weeks, this has gone on Is two weeks too much, too long To deny some sort of dignity to the dead?

In the city of New Orleans As the darkness turns to black There are people leaving Who are never coming back!