White Vegas

Breaking the sky with the object of my affection Peering down the wishing well Leaves me to wonder about heaven & hell? Who's to tell of our destruction For we are vessels With volatile intentions Never wanting to be outdone Life's a cabaret A masquerade of fun When the sun goes down The debauchery begins Spinning, spitting, cursing the wind Visitor beware! Of the devil hare Hiding beneath your drunkards chair Play the question in your hand Spit red lightning You're beginning to unfold That hooker sitting in your tiger lap Makes me nauseous Makes me laugh! Vegas can be so vicious Devouring young hopefuls And naive fools Sitting on a shanty stool I awaken to a drumming in my head Wishing I were dead.