House on Rue Royale

Madame LaLaurie

Socialite and aristocracy

Secret debauchery

In the attic under lock and key...

Under lock and key

Oh, Dr.LaLaurie

What did you teach her to be?

Surgical butchery

Insane her crimes on humanity... her butchery

Chained to the cooking stove

Imprisoned there years in a row

Deliberately set the house aflame

Desperate her freedom to gain

They came dousing the fire

And rescue all traped there in dire

Better down the doors that hide

The honor to be found inside

The decay of those who died

Lay before their eyes

Who could do such ghastly deeds?

What reason could trigger the need?

To maim and cut and cleans from sin

Upstairs the doors locked from within

Victims of scullduggery

Experimental surgery

None there could beieve their eyes

The horror of such tragic size

One with dislocated limbs

Rest to heal improperly

Then stuffed inside a box to heal

The agony that slave did feel

Another one hung upside down

Til buckets of his blood drained out

Still one strapped to a tabletop

And left to rot

There at he spot

Death overcomes

Pain felt is merciful numb

The gathering crowd

Evidence found

Known to none

Heinous the crime

Evil is done

...And legend tells of their scurried flight

Down French Quarter streets of New Orleans

Through dark of the night

Their horses did speed

Past the mob of persuants standing readily

To lynch perpetrators of this grizzly deed

Lest they vanish from ne're again to be seen

A devil-handed tale

Of the House on Rue Royale

And the spirits there still dwell

In the House on Rue Royale