Welcome to fabulous…
Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins Laaaaaaaaas Vegas…Didn’t nobody tell you the house will always win? You woke up in the rusted frame, Burned out old Deville Your legs are shot and they’re flushed with pain, But you can’t keep them still The sun sets and you’re afraid, Of the itching in your skin You stumble down the boulevard, Of neon encrusted temples You’re looking for the grace of God, In the arms of a fellow stranger Disciples hand you catalogues of concubines, As you stumble down… Read more >