I Just Want You For The Weekend. I Need You Like A Beat Inside My Head. I Just Want You For The Weekend. I Know I'm Gonna See Your Face Again. . Come Here Right Now Girl.
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.
Oh yeah. Well there be no words of fighting around here. 'Cause nothin' don't matter 'cause it ain't clear. Well it could be on a Monday. Or it could be even Sunday.
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.