the thrill of risk is the commodity in trade here and the market is never in decline the glasses fill with champagne when your head's turned for a price we're all so charitably inclined
(unwritten verse part 1b)
we empty our pockets to keep the lights on in vegas the flashing bulbs and neon sex there's nothing more alluring than what dreams can make us and a girl with diamonds wrapped around her neck
yeah we empty our pockets to keep the lights on in vegas we borrow and we beg to keep them bright and like the faithful we flock to our mecca praying in the hum of artificial light
there's a holiness in the heracy of money and theres a hundred thousand prophets singing praise to the hundred thousand others who came up empty brother, stand back up and spend your faith
the streets are lined with promise of fortune and bars where the girls all love you dear they say that luck's a lady and you'll fuck her til she has your baby in every glittering brothel that she's built here
and oh we empty our pockets to keep the lights on in vegas the flashing bulbs and neon sex no, there's nothing more alluring than what our dreams can make us and a girl with diamonds wrapped around her neck
oh this parking lot town has been built like a quarry the miners so soaked in sweat are digging deep for glory! led by the burning in their chest! led by the electric scent of success!
~~kristin.michelle.dennis
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