Everybody has a story
That starts on tiny metal plates.
They are always from the same states,
But all going to the same place:
A city that never sleeps
And tries its best to keep you in.
Yeah, welcome to the city of sin.
Mirrored hotels to indulge our vanity
Gambling and sex to the point of insanity
Seizure-inducing flashing lights
Fashion reusing guido guys...
This place makes me sick.
Like the anesthesia women sucked
Before their plastic fix
For their plastic fantasies
Armani and alcohol
On a casino balcony.
Just add a little rubber
For a recycling party,
Recycling girls between
Clones of Ed Hardy.
Let your money and vomit drain down the sink,
I came to this hellhole to rock out to Blink!
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