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  • Poisoned streets
    Full of blood
    The people can do nothing
    To hold back the flood
    The water takes them
    Not one life line
    Everyone just standing
    Ringing their hands and crying
    Can anyone among us please explain
    What went down on the banks of the Ponchartrain?
    No sir I don't believe it was the hurricane
    That lay New Orleans out to waste
    Blown-out windows,
    Rooftops gone
    Every soul
    Singing a funeral song
    Look at the pictures
    All black faces
    Our leaders call themselves distracted
    I call them racists
    Can anyone among you please explain
    What went down on the banks of the Ponchartrain?
    It's you our leader who's to blame
    You lay sweet New Orleans out to waste
    And if I had
    Had my way
    I'd pull them all outta there
    And I'd make you stay
    For a storm
    All your own
    And I'd be that old hurricane
    And I'd wash away all your gold
    Your wife and children
    Would have no home
    You'd be left there in those waters
    Naked and alone
    In the streets
    Of poisoned blood
    Now what you gonna do
    To hold back the flood?
  • Poisoned streets
    Full of blood
    The people can do nothing
    To hold back the flood
    The water takes them
    Not one life line
    Everyone just standing
    Ringing their hands and crying
    Can anyone among us please explain
    What went down on the banks of the Ponchartrain?
    No sir I don't believe it was the hurricane
    That lay New Orleans out to waste
    Blown-out windows,
    Rooftops gone
    Every soul
    Singing a funeral song
    Look at the pictures
    All black faces
    Our leaders call themselves distracted
    I call them racists
    Can anyone among you please explain
    What went down on the banks of the Ponchartrain?
    It's you our leader who's to blame
    You lay sweet New Orleans out to waste
    And if I had
    Had my way
    I'd pull them all outta there
    And I'd make you stay
    For a storm
    All your own
    And I'd be that old hurricane
    And I'd wash away all your gold
    Your wife and children
    Would have no home
    You'd be left there in those waters
    Naked and alone
    In the streets
    Of poisoned blood
    Now what you gonna do
    To hold back the flood?