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?