King of New Orleans - Better Than Ezra

Got an angel on the stairs

As if you’d even care

When the lights are up

And the sun had nearly gone down

Did you see him on the street?

Did you pass him at your feet?

Did you think at all, «How dare they even look me in the eye»?

And he loves the girls

And he loves the boys

Going to make twenty dollars

Before the weekends over

So set him up

To let him fall

Turn him over in your hands

God save the King of New Orleans

Got a ticket to a show

Going to see him take a blow

When the drunk one said

«Cat Stevens was the greatest singer!»

And did you kick him in the head?

Did you see the blood run down?

Did you laugh at all, when the people walked right by and said aloud

«Gutter punks are all the same

Probably make twenty dollars 'fore the weekends over?»

So set him up

Then let him fall

Turn him over in your hands

God save the King of New Orleans

Set him up

Then let him fall

Turn him over in your hands

God save the King of New Orleans

Radio in my head

Radio in that car

Going down again

He’s going down again

Anyway you look

Anyway you talk it over

It’s easier

To let it slip out of your mind

But it rips your heart out

Then it kicks your head in

Just give him one more chance

Try to see the beauty in his world

All the way in on my hands in on my feet and shoulders

Going to make twenty dollars before the weekends over

So set him up

Then let him fall

Turn him over in your hands

God save the King of New Orleans

Set him up

Then let him fall

Turn him over in your hands

God save the King of all New Orleans

God save the King of New Orleans