Sin City
Oh, there isn't any pity,
if you play in Sin City.
So be prepared to pay.
They have party favors,
in everyone's flavor.
Twenty-four hours a day.
Still, there isn't any pity,
if you win big in Sin City,
The tax man will take it away.
No, there aint ,No Pity
for Nuthin, in Sin City,
You know, they Own the Game.
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