War Child Vol.10

Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat you must tell me, baby How your head feels under somethin' like that Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat you look so pretty

There is a house in New Orleans, They call the rising sun. Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, And God I know I'm one. Oh mother, tell your children, Not to do what I have done. You spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the risin