It's Dark in New Orleans

Too much 3D has made me weak.
Every minute I model, I get weaker,
Every minute Charlie integrates a photo, he gets stronger.

I'm heading west, take the train
Bound in blood, bound in name
The bounties high in New Orleans
I hear there's work for a man like me

These sacred men must intervene
I have to wonder is this a nightmare, or is it a dream?
Oh, A dream for a man like me