City of Sin
This is Las Vegas,
"City of Sin".
It's here people
visit, with hopes
they will win.
For some it's a
blessing, others a
curse.
For some will leave
wealthy, and some
in a hearse.
'Cause drinking is
easy, and usually
free.
They'll keep serving
liquor, until you
can't see.
Then comes a
sickness, brought
on when you lose,
that adds to the
anger, brought on
by the booze.
We call it "The
Fever", it's easily
caught,
and outrageous
fortunes, are
usually sought.
But this is "Las
Vegas", how soon we
forget,
this town makes it's
money, when you lose
a bet.
Just looking at
Vegas, it's easy to
tell,
a number of tourists
don't do very well.
They come here
excited, to reap on
the fame,
and leave Vegas
wishing they'd never
have came.
But they'll be
returning, 'cause
everyone does,
for a 'sinful' good
time, and one hell
of a buzz...
Copyright © Diane Levan | Year Posted 2014
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