(Party, do it 'till tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here So let's go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas Got a shit-eatin' grin Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin City

We're class! You're not! Let's kill some squids and make them rot With pirate powered murder skills The future's where we get our thrills A shot to the heart with a flintlock gun And mash their brains with a bottle of rum I come to you from another time

Let the good times roll I don't care if you're young or old So let the good times roll Don't sit there mumblin', talkin' trash Go out and get together, let the good times roll Let them roll, let them roll Let them roll, let them roll all night long Hey,

Let me get them Ohh's them ahh's Ohh's them ahh's Then we wake up in the morning we can do it again. Lights out. you bout to get it Salute me, I'm your lieutenant Baby girl you better stop making this here an obstacle Cause I got the artillery I'll

In my church of disbelief It canst get no better When days turn from black to grey In church of indifference So innocent in their guilt Perfect in their imperfection Let my children play In my church of liberation When doubts and fears wither away

It can make you ache It can bring you to your knees It's not where you go it's just where you're going And who's the company Through the tears we cry let them pass us by And get washed into the sea Won't you just remember me when I was your life? I was

Focus on me Focus on me (focus) Focus on me (focus on me) Let's find a light inside our universe now Where ain't nobody keep on holding us down Just come and get it let them say what they say 'Cause I'm about to put them all away I know what I came to do

So let a girl be down and come and get with me No time to play around, cause I'm for real baby I'm feelin' everything you do You know that you're feelin' this too So forget about them other chicks I know you and her got something goin' on And I respect

That shit made me wanna let go Won't miss that shit If you find them, they gon' get that shit And I won't miss any of them Winners Circle Uh, uh, uh, and uh Uh, uh-uh, they uh, and uh

Well my devil won't let me out Well my devil won't (Fuck the law) As I maneuver through the streets A policeman and then the predeceased bodies of those who disagree (Like, fuck them all) I pray the soldiers get release The price of grief wasn't cheap