Crescent City
A wedding band passes by
I look the other way
The pavement melts beneath my feet
Like on any other day
There's shark attacks and hurricanes
And tons of PBR
Fleur-de-Lis and Who Dat stickers
Stuck on every car
A night inside The Quarter feels just like a leap year
Don't worry folks of New Orleans you have no reason to fear
I won't stay long I promise I'm just barely passing through
To lick my wounds and wet my lips out on Rampart Rue
Just cause I'm on a mission doesn't mean I can't have fun
It's time to go get loaded so I loaded up the gun
Stumble out and stumble in just like the locals do
Ignore the skirts shouting at me comment allez-vous
A night inside The Quarter feels just like a leap year
Don't worry folks of New Orleans you have no reason to fear
I won't stay long I promise I'm just barely passing through
To lick my wounds and wet my lips out on Rampart Rue
A funeral band marches by but that one's not on me
When a call to arms becomes a crime in high society
She'll be my first but not my last
My dance card's getting full
Revenge is the season's hottest fashion
I make vengeance cool
The sun is out the streets are clean
On this fine Saturday
There's nothing left to fight or drink
So I'll be on my way
I look the other way
The pavement melts beneath my feet
Like on any other day
There's shark attacks and hurricanes
And tons of PBR
Fleur-de-Lis and Who Dat stickers
Stuck on every car
A night inside The Quarter feels just like a leap year
Don't worry folks of New Orleans you have no reason to fear
I won't stay long I promise I'm just barely passing through
To lick my wounds and wet my lips out on Rampart Rue
Just cause I'm on a mission doesn't mean I can't have fun
It's time to go get loaded so I loaded up the gun
Stumble out and stumble in just like the locals do
Ignore the skirts shouting at me comment allez-vous
A night inside The Quarter feels just like a leap year
Don't worry folks of New Orleans you have no reason to fear
I won't stay long I promise I'm just barely passing through
To lick my wounds and wet my lips out on Rampart Rue
A funeral band marches by but that one's not on me
When a call to arms becomes a crime in high society
She'll be my first but not my last
My dance card's getting full
Revenge is the season's hottest fashion
I make vengeance cool
The sun is out the streets are clean
On this fine Saturday
There's nothing left to fight or drink
So I'll be on my way
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Writer(s): Jordan Mccall
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