Kokane Blues
Jackie's calling
no room to stay
statues falling
she'll soon decay
cocaine harlots
no room to pray
craving's raw
she's a hell of a crutch
the machine is hungry
in these midnight hours
Jackie's calling
no room to stay
statues falling
or so they say
Katrina's rage
she'll knock you
from your cage
and back to these
streets of rage
Gina's girl
she prayed today
tomorrow's rage
it end's tonight
burning bridges
there'll be hell to pay
sun is lurching
it want's to come in
Gina's girl
she prayed today
to jesus christ
he washed his hands
statues falling
there'll be hell to pay
Katrina's rage
she'll knock you
from your cage
and back to these
streets of rage
Katrina's rage
she's calling you
at Gina's cage
no where to run to
no where to hide
"in seasons of doubt"
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