[Intro – Funeral Brass + Street Crowd]
[Feet stomping on wet pavement]
Line ‘em up…
the hustlers…
the heartbreakers…
the lonely saints…
the addicts…
the liars…
[Snare drums begin rolling]
Tonight…
everybody march.
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[Verse 1]
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Second line movin’ through Bourbon haze,
Trumpets cry while the crowd sway.
Black umbrellas underneath red lights,
Whole city dancin’ with ghosts tonight.
Gold teeth flash in the humid dark,
Liquor and grief mixed in every heart.
Some came prayin’, some came numb,
Some too tired to keep runnin’ from what they become.
Street preacher march beside cocaine kings,
Choir girls smoke while the brass band sing.
Louisiana blur heaven and hell,
Till survival itself become a spell.
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[Hook – Choir + Brass]
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Second line for the damned tonight…
Raise your glass to the lost souls fightin’ life.
Second line for the damned…
Still we dance…
Tryna outrun pain one more chance.
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[Verse 2]
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I seen addicts two-step beside CEOs,
Broken women move graceful and slow.
Every face in the crowd got scars concealed,
Everybody here tryna heal.
That’s the beauty and curse of the South—
Pain always find rhythm somehow.
Even funerals move with pride,
Like sorrow itself got baptized.
A trumpet screamed underneath moonlight rain,
Sounded exactly like inherited pain.
And for one second the whole damn street
Felt holy beneath the beat.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Choir]
Maybe “the damned” just means…
people still carryin’ wounds.
People still hopin’ mercy bigger than mistakes.
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March slow through the midnight storm…
Even lost souls still belong.
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[Verse 3]
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So if I ever lose my way completely,
Don’t bury me in silence easy.
Bring brass bands to the flooded blocks,
Let the whole South hear them horns.
Tell ‘em I fought my demons hard,
Even when darkness stained my heart.
And let New Orleans sing one truth—
Broken people deserve rhythm too.
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[Final Hook – Full Orchestra + Massive Choir]
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Second line for the damned tonight…
Trumpets cry beneath neon light.
Second line for the damned…
Raise them high…
Even haunted souls still deserve sky.
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[Outro – Brass Slowly Fading]
Keep marchin’…
heaven might still be listenin’.
