There's a big house in New Orleans
They call the setting sun
It is the storage for many a coffin
And now I sleep in one

My mother in the trailer
Was cooking up some beans
My father was a huntin man
Camped near New Orleans

The awakening from psychic feeds
Hit a Mirror loud thunk
My reflection it was not espied
I hit the floor ker plunk

(Organ solo)

Oh parents tell your children
Not to hate veggies and run
Against garlic most importantly
Or you'll rise with the setting sun

Well, I had flown back to the campground
Another life I have gained
I’m flyin back to New Orleans
To mom and dad now claimed

There's a big house in New Orleans
They call the setting sun
It's been the storage for many a coffin
I sleep all day in one