Vegas
Well it rarely rains in Nevada
And I’ve came here before
Hell, I’m never
coming here anymore
I keep telling myself
You don’t learn from lies
The Las Vegas Strip keeps burning my eyes
eager for a dirty consolation prize
They keep a-winning
and we keep losing
The more you look better
The more you get by
Beautiful people
Living their lives
Not a care
Not a worry
Not even a try
Not even a try
They don’t call ’em cars
They call ’em automobiles
And if you look ’em in the face
That shit ain’t even real
But the luck of a draw is a terrible deal
‘cause they keep winning and we keep losing
It’s a slow burn
It’s a slow burn in
every way
What looks far is always
so much
further away
Well, I should’ve known better not to ever
Get fooled twice
Writer/s: Laura Sauvage
