Ballad of the New Orleans Flood

There is a town called New Orleans

and, brother, have you heard

that in the year 2005

the First World met the Third

The hurricane came o'er the waves

Katrina it was called

Get in your car, head for the hills,

the townspeople were warned

And those that didn't own a car

or those who were too ill

The elderly and poor were left

to care of themselves

And when Katrina struck, her force

killed many thousands dead

but this death toll was just the start

Soon much more blood would shed

Cos if you don't get food you die

I guess you all knew that

The government it seems did not

and on their ass they sat

The richest country in the world

somehow could not afford

to drop some water, medicine, and food

for its starving poor

But these were niggers, immigrants,

and white trash, so it seems

So when they took pills, drink, and food

from shops that made them thieves

Cos Anglo-Saxon Protestants

would never, ever steal

And so the governor gave the call

at lieu to shoot to kill

And on TV, we saw brown babes

a'screaming in the streets

The cripples in their wheelchairs

were dying in the heat

And so today, six since the flood,

I write for you this song

I leave you to decide alone

what is right and what's wrong