Lirik Lagu "New Orleans" - Mutombo
Green grass green grass
Sweet taste in the thin air
I'm drunk on tar
Another kind of fun
A taunting amusement
I bet you couldn’t feel the thrill
Wake me up
When neon lights are burnin'
Basement hacks, the sort of crowd we jam
Get on Bill, motors running
Aglow, arise
Primed, to fly
Getting by
For a while
Blue Lake Pines.
Too close
too soon
pass on
It feels right.
Take me to the rapture, with glitters and jazz
punctured bones, a sacred throne it hangs
Hop on, the wheels in motion
we unite, in dust
to propel, and dance
Home-made pies
sordid eyes
Way up high
hang low
downtown
machine
pass it on
Pass it bud, a foreboding sense of pride..