Nola

There's rules for them
There's rules for us
There's the high flying private jet and the greyhound bus

They got the gold
And we got the tin
There's the five star private resort and the hovel I'm in

But it's all the same
Even if they don't remember your name
But it's all the same
Pontchartrain

But it's all the same
It's a slow motion bullet to brain
But it's all the same
Pontchartrain

Summer's over and the Harvest is in
And no one here is saved
Send them in on a mission of mercy
Send them to an early grave

People acting like they're all surprised
Why would you listen to your lying eyes?
It's just another grifter in disguise
On the banks of the Pontchartrain

But it's all the same
Even if they don't remember your name
But it's all the same
Pontchartrain

But it's all the same
It's a slow motion bullet to brain
But it's all the same
Pontchartrain



Credits
Writer(s): Western Nephews
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