In the city of dreams Lies the city's ghost There's a beginning There's a middle and an end in this city We reach out for the middle ground We throw a great party So hearts will start to mend We forgive… at least we try
In the midst of the sea of dreams Lies a perfect storm In the sea of tears Lies a city ghost In the spirit of the Mardi Gras Well, the people hope That their lives will get better The people hope That their lives will get better
I wanna get a room in New Orleans I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter I wanna dress up I wanna wear beads I wanna wear feathers and lace I wanna brush by Anne Rice And go down Bourbon Street
I see a sea of smiles I see a haunted city reachin' out I see hope in all their faces Behind the mask of Mardi Gras Where the good and the righteous walk And the wicked as well
I wanna get a room in New Orleans I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter I wanna dress up I wanna wear beads I wanna wear feathers and lace I wanna brush by the vampires
I wanna dress up, ooh yea I wanna wear feathers and lace I wanna brush by Anne Rice And go down Bourbon Street Mmmm, go on down Bourbon Street
Within these rooms I go up to my balcony And I hang the paintings on the wall And I open up my gallery And I open up my doors I stare at the city I stare at my city
I wanna get a room in New Orleans I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter I wanna dress up I wanna wear beads I wanna wear feathers and lace I wanna brush by the vampires
I wanna get back to New Orleans I wanna sing out in the streets of the French Quarter I wanna dress up I wanna wear beads I wanna wear feathers and lace I wanna brush by Anne Rice Go down Bourbon Street Go down Bourbon Street Go on down Bourbon Street Go on down Bourbon Street Go on down Go on down Go on down Go on down Bourbon Street
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