Mat d. and the Profane Saints: Music

Dead in New Orleans

(Mat d. and the Profane Saints)

a fictional story about love lost, the death of romance and it's finality on the highway to Louisianna

Darling I'm going to kiss thishalf assed romance goodbye
hitch a ride on down the road and find a brand new place to die
once and awhile you'll cross my mind it's only natural to sin
but backseat serenades down gravel road have all but done me in

They found you rolled up like a trucker's cigarette out on the road
seems that old devil finally got his iron grip around your soul
another bombshell bit the dust out there on highway 55, oh Lord -
and now I'm heading back to Birmingham to get you off my mind

How can a lost soul find a thrill...when there's no spirit left to kill?

Fallen angel riding shot gun
Revelator in the backseat
pretty pin-up on the highway
Lord, I left her down in Vegas
and she wound up dead in New Orleans

Maybe it's time to bury all these dirty secrets in the soil
confess our sins and start agin before that river starts to boil
but backseat serenades down gravel roads have made my soul turn black
and once you crash the gates of hell they say the Lord won't take you back

I know I'm headed for the fire...I'm justa slave to my desires

Fallen angel riding shot gun
Revelator in the backseat
pretty pin-up on the highway
Lord, I left her down in Vegas
and she wound up dead in New Orleans

Fallen angel riding shot gun
Revelator in the backseat
pretty pin-up on the highway
Lord, I left her down in Vegas
and she wound up dead in New Orleans