Standing in the red light of a Bourbon Street French Quarter 
    Where I met a Spanish Porter who obliged me with his grin 
    He asked me for my time, I said I'd take a glass of wine 
    And in my altered state of mind I opened up, he jumped right in 
    Oh, some things never turn out right 
    Oh, some things never turn out right 
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    Verse II: 
    He kissed me in the lobby on the way to Pat O'Briens 
    No, it didn't take much science to discover what was next 
    W'suddenly a woman with a shrunken-headed necklace 
    She made me feel so reckless, sexless in my innocence 
    Oh some things never turn out right 
    Verse III: 
    She led me to the levy, I was helpless as a lamb 
    "Don't you know who I am," she said, "Your Nemesis is free" 
    I was wired like a weapon, I was dancin' like the Dirvish 
    When I woke up feverishly looking down at me 
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    Breakdown: 
    From the coveted Ark, To Noah in Asia 
    Sodom and Gomorrah, the light and the dark 
    Chased by the demon to the caves of the Burren 
    Imprisoned by the truth in the tales of the Turrin 
    From original sin to original blame, for shame, for shame 
    Oh some things never turn out right 
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