This old town is filled with sin. It'll swallow you in. If you've got some money to burn. Take it home right away. You've got three years to pay. Oh, and Satan is waiting his turn.
This old town is filled with sin. It will swallow you in. If you've got some money to burn. Take it home right away. You've got three years to pay. But Satan is waiting his turn.
Diamonds, and dust. Poor man last, rich man first. Lamborghinis, caviar. Dry martini, Shangi-La. . I've got a burnin' feelin'. Deep inside of me. It's yearnin'.
(Young, Young, Scott). . Diamonds and dust. Poor man last, rich man first. Lambourginis, caviar. Dry martinis, Shangri-la. I got a burning feeling. Deep inside of me.
When the tracks are leading home to the limits of hell. We'll yell life sure is swell! In Sin City. . In the heat where the servants of silence dwell.
When the tracks are leading home to the limits of hell. We'll yell, life sure is swell! In Sin City. In the heat where the servants of silence dwell. The visions of the wicked are sure to sell! In Sin City.