You could have been New OrleansnYou could have been New OrleansnBut you’ll just be Hollywood for the rest of your lifenYou could have been New OrleansnBut you’ll just be Hollywood for the rest of your lifennI saw us drowning with our neck in a ropenShe was covered handy by the river of dopenI guess it caught her fancy just to be by his sidenShe had no answer when she tried to get highnTurn to the prison of the camera’s strobenFame is religion by the river of dopenMy brain is tired of how the woman can copenIt just don’t matter to the river of dopennThe door’s no longer open for my name on their breathnSo long I’ve waited for the coming of deathnWill I be united with my innocence gonenWill I burn to cinders as the river rolls onnHmmm…river, we sleep in your mud.nYou give us poison, when we drink your bloodnI saw your woman with a seven-foot ropenHang your dirty laundry by the river of dopenI watched your mother abandon her hopenAnd she watched you drowning by the river of dopenIt felt so damn special to be damaged and freenTo have her hairs not feel you. Look in my eyes and you’ll seenThat I flow with the river, and I’m a slave to his songnand I will drown forever where so many have gonenGoodbye you people who have abandoned your hopenParade in early morning to the river of dopenHmm, yeah the river of dope