Wrong Side Of Town

We were talking about Nirvana on St. Claude Avenue
You always had a flare for drama and you said
Cobain was the white boy's blues
I laughed and you threw your head back
Lit one up, rolled the window down
We went cruising through a Louisiana night
On the wrong side of town

Oh, the luxury of innocence with a summer just to kill
We made all kinds of promises but fate don't bend to no man's will
We had dreams just busting at the seams
But somehow we got turned around
Things got crazy in the Crescent City haze
On the wrong side of town

Now all the Chevrolets are up on blocks
And missing all the tires
Rusted rod iron graveyard parking lots
And tennis shoes on telephone wires
I bet this place had glory days
But just look at it now
We're both thinking things that we can't say
On the wrong side of town

I hear the humming of the highway
Through the low hanging bayou trees
It's so damn close as the crow flies
But the switchbacks and the dead end streets
Got me thinking that this ship is really sinking
And love if it's going down
Well, what you say we go out with guns a-blazing
On the wrong side of town

Now all the Chevrolets are up on blocks
And missing all the tires
Rusted rod iron graveyard parking lots
And tennis shoes on telephone wires
I bet this place had glory days
But just look at it now
We're both thinking things that we can't say
On the wrong side of town
And we can't seem to drive away
On the wrong side of town