Hot Rod Circuit - Sin City текст песни

Poor man last, rich man first

Lamborginis, caviar

Dry martini's, Shangri-La

I got a burnin' feeling

Deep inside of me

It's yearnin'

But I'm gonna set it free

I'm goin' in to sin city

I'm gonna win in sin city

Where the lights are bright

Do the town tonight

I'm gonna win in sin city

Oh let me roll ya baby

Ladders, and snakes

Ladders give, snakes take

Rich man, poor man

Beggar man thief

Ain't got a hope in hell

That's my belief

Fingers Freddy

Diamond Jim

They're getting ready

Look out I'm coming in

So spin that wheel, cut that pack

And roll them loaded dice

Bring on the dancin' girls

And put the champagne on ice

I'm goin' in to sin city

I'm gonna win in sin city

Where the lights are bright

Do the town tonight

I'm goin' in to sin city