A Lot Like Vegas

So cash in all your chips tonight, baby. 'Cause we're going out of style.

We could leave this city, If only for a while.



We'll take this feeling to our graves

For every heart we betrayed

No-one can know about this



We'll take this feeling to our graves

For every heart we betrayed

No-one can know about this



The only place I'll call home, is my deathbead.



I know we're so wrong, but it feels so right

It's not a party if it happens every night

I'm running on empty, you're running out of luck

So let's ditch this city, before we sober up