[Intro – low rough male vocal at 0:00, distant accordion, rain and street ambience] New Orleans... Midnight again. [Mandolin plucks slowly] There’s a house Where the red lights burn. [Bagpipes enter quietly] And everybody learns. [Full band crashes in – fast Celtic punk drums, distorted guitars] [Verse 1 – rough storytelling vocal] Down by the river where the warm wind blows There’s a crooked door that everybody knows Gold in the windows, smoke in the hall You walk in standing You crawl when you fall Cards on the table Whiskey runs dry Pretty little promises dressed in a lie One more night One more round Another good man going underground [Pre-Chorus – mandolin and snare build] Mother said run Father said pray But that house keeps calling Your name anyway [Chorus – huge gang vocals, bagpipes] HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN! Burning through the night! HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN! Red windows shining bright! Take your money Take your name Feed your soul into the flame HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN! You never leave the same! [Instrumental – fast mandolin, accordion and bagpipes] [Verse 2 – harder punk rhythm] Dealer keeps smiling Clock strikes two A woman at the bar says: “I’ve been waiting for you” Boots on the floor Blood on the wall Nobody remembers who started it all Piano keeps playing Out of tune Smoke curls black underneath the moon You swear you're leaving You swear you're done Then somebody whispers: “Just one more one.” [Pre-Chorus] Doors stay open All through the night Nobody asks Who turned out the light [Chorus] HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN! Burning through the night! HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN! Red windows shining bright! Take your money Take your name Feed your soul into the flame HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN! You never leave the same! [Bridge – stomps, bass and accordion only] Some came for fortune Some came for love Some came to hide From the man above Some walked out Some never did [Gang whisper] Some are still inside... [Short electronic break – dark pulse, distant piano, chopped vocal] Rise... Rise... Rising... [Glitch] Sun-Sun-Sun... [Low sub-bass swell] [Sudden silence] [Bagpipes enter alone] [Pub breakdown – gang call-and-response] LEAD: WHO OWNS THE NIGHT? CROWD: THE RISING SUN! LEAD: WHO TAKES YOUR GOLD? CROWD: THE RISING SUN! LEAD: WHO TAKES YOUR SOUL? CROWD: THE RISING SUN! ALL: RUN! RUN! RUN! [Full band explosion] [Final Chorus – huge Celtic punk wall] HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN! Burning through the night! HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN! Still glowing in the morning light! Take your money Take your name Leave you dancing in the flame HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN! You never leave the same! [Gang vocals] RISING SUN! RISING SUN! HEY! HEY! HEY! [Outro – instruments fall away, distant piano] Morning comes to New Orleans... [Low male vocal] But that house never sleeps.
