Sin City Songtext
von Civet

Gotta get, gotta get away
Tank full of gas and I′m leaving today
Take the 5 to the 91
Handgun 15 like a loaded gun
Hot desert air dries the tears as they fall
But I won't miss them, miss them at all
Just under 300 miles to go
When I′m coming back, baby, I don't know

Sin City, sing to me
My luck's run out, it′s looking bleak
Sin City, pray for me
I don′t think I can make it
Sin City, sing to me
Lift me up, I'm feeling weak
Sin City, pray for me
I want my chance to make it out alive


See those lights there, flashing bright
They blind you from what′s wrong with your life
In the city that never sleeps
Don't have to wake up and admit defeat
Free drinks and the dealer′s smile
Make you feel alright for a little while
But the glamour, it always fades
Just watch as this world around you decays

Sin City, sing to me
My luck's run out, it′s looking bleak
Sin City, pray for me
I don't think I can make it
Sin City, sing to me
Lift me up, I'm feeling weak
Sin City, pray for me
I want my chance to make it out alive

Place my bet and close my eyes
No, I′m not looking back, no, I do not
Gonna find my way out of this somehow
Yeah!

Sin City, sing to me
Sin City, pray for me
Sin City, sing to me
My luck′s run out, it's looking bleak
Sin City, pray for me
I want my chance to make it out alive