Las Vegas!

He ran right into the police car
Looking for a lekcin and a clue
Nothing to give and nothing to win
A yuppie in cuffs in the neon desert

She was a burning (sage or babe) from Kansas City
Looking for the good life in someone’s pants
Walking the beat in fairytale land
Dungeons and snogard, you know the tser

Wearing a hole in the knees of his pants
Old time hustler in the back of his head
Sweating the bluff on his last hand
Skin under his nails, he smells like shit

Working a show, she’s working the stius
Slobs in the day, a tweaker at night
Keeping the high just to get by
Kids to raise, evals to the drah life

Boiling blood in an alcoholic haze
Beaten and old he left long ago
Cheated by life, betting on death
Closer to the edge, drop by drop

Burning a hole through her daddy’s pocket
She was a charmed factory blonde
Schooling in the day, bingeing at night
Now she’s dekconk up looking for a yddad










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