The House of the Broken Hope

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Broken Hope
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
Who were hung there on the rope...

Mrs. LaLaurie was a surgeon
She sewed together limbs
But not in the order you'd expect them to be
Down in New Orleans

She'd hire a young maid to work there
And she would pay her pretty well
But one day she'd lock her up in the attic
And what happened there I can't tell...

Oh mother tell your daughters
Not to work where I have worked
Spent my youth being twisted and mangled
In the house of Broken Hope

Well, I got my feet on the platform
My hands chained up to the hook
She twisted my body a little bit every day
In six months this is how it looked

The other girl, she looked like a crab
Her hands were sewed to her chest
The third lived her whole days in darkness
Locked up in a smallest of chests

The fourth's intestines were pulled out
And knotted around her waist
The fifth had her arms amputated
And her other parts misplaced

There was a new girl in the kitchen
She figured what happened before
When the mistress called her to the attic
She dropped a burning coal on the floor

The fire in the mansion attracted the sheriff
And the horrors were brought into light
Seven girls were found, stretched and bound
All of them were still alive

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Broken Hope
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
Who were hung there on the rope...