Lambchop - N.O. lyrics

This is not New Orleans No party in my head I want to take a bottle From the barroom to my bed I want to know the flavor Feel the stinging on my tongue See the scattered dumbness Of another evening left undone This is not poetry This is depravity This is an outrage This is unsavory I am escaping My home trappings It takes an old man To bend a sapling Do not wait Do not ponder What goes on here Goes on up yonder Ghastly mask Shape undone A human pile Of hair and come This wicked man Has become unwise A silhouette Between her thighs We are now going We are not growing Anymore, anymore Wipe your mouth The bottle's empty Urinate upon the tree Into the lake You threw the house key Your mistake Their morality Sleeps with the fishes Dirty dishes There lays the vessel On its side Sleeps with the fishes Dirty dishes There lays the vessel On its side