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
back to New Orleans The aged-old soul have run I'm going back to end my life, Down in the Rising Sun. There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
life dance on the trees Spirit, spirit dance with me dance with me tonight spirit, spirit dance with me as he flames we rise and fly The drum is my
be fed only pork For his last meal Wild boar Giraffe tongue makes A noose around his head Hung from the rising sun Until made immortal He dropped into
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 Sewed
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
Oh there is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many young poor girls And God I know I'm one. My mother, she was
m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun. There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
. We are to blame. The consequence we will always underestimate. We move in darkness. Our stolen conscience, overcome by instinct. And the sun will rise
In the eyes of the rising sun See the while when it's all begun Turn to stone we can only see Till the end when must agree In the eyes of the rising
The sun came up over japan in the land of the rising sun, nothing was left but a hole in the ground in the land of the rising sun. corpses lay scattered
I was young And I've worked since then To please the men At the house of the rising sun There is a house Down in New Orleans They call the rising sun
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
