Letras:
Rising Sun

this / Oppressive, cut-throat hegemony / And I long for the day when all eyes / Can finally open to see the sun of freedom rise / To cast out this darkness

: There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She

the rising sun and the place it's coming from Is inside of you and now your payment's overdue Oh the rising sun, oh the rising sun On the avenue of sinners

: He who breaks the law goes back to the House Of Pain (2x) I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit And then I build shit, get off my dills nit Cause

misery In the house of the rising sun. I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run, I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun

in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun Well, I'm goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run Yes, I'm goin' back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, the rising sun

your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun

the haze?s along Into the Rising Sun And feel your Neon love Hold on, can you hold on Oh ? can you feel it shining See it rising with the sun

we own something Maybe? And new emotions come Only when they come from nothing, out of rules Maybe we feel we lost something And maybe? How can we feel the joy Of a rising sun