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 catalogs of concubines As you stumble down the boulevard crying "Hosanna"
Welcome to fabulous Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins Las Vegas Didn't nobody tell you the house will always win?
Cameras on the ceiling tile no place for you to hide It's a hundred seven and you're looking for shade That no palm tree can provide But there's a little girl you remember back in Tennessee You have this reoccurring dream Where you see her playing hide and seek With a woman who used to know you very well
Sunsets and neon lights Call girls and neon lights Black jack and lady luck Cocaine and lady luck You call upon her on holy knees tonight
In Las Vegas Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins Las Vegas Didn't nobody tell you? Didn't nobody tell you? Didn't nobody tell you the house will always win?
Writer/s: BRANDON FLOWERS
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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