Outcast Kid: (sighs) *starts singing* There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one My mother told me to pack my bags And leave this house today She said I was a burden, a waste of space And I had to find my own way Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done To shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm just a lonely outcast now No place to call my own But maybe someday I'll find my way And find a new place to call home Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done To shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun *voice cracks* I'm just so tired of feeling like I'm not enough.