(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

Open the gates Too many hearts filled with hate Let acceptance in We're here to say we're all so sick of your bigotry Stop dwelling on what happens when we die Start helping others while we're still alive We'll carve out your heart, rewire your mind

We go fallin' off the wagon Got ourselves a real bad habit Girl, you got me actin' like an addict All messed up, no matter what You know I just gotta have it Even though it winds up tragic Tonight whatever happens, happens And tomorrow, we'll get back on

Clap your hands now Liquid spirit And fill your water tank Go ‘head and clap your hands now Un re-route the rivers Let the dammed water be There’s some people down the way that’s thirsty Watch what happens when the people catch wind Dip down and take a

Is anybody loving you these days Midnight stoplight, happens every time Pretty girl in a car No resemblance whatsover I wonder how you are Constant question poundin' in my brain Lonesome pillow, sun comes yellow I reach across the bed

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

Fuck what happens tonight, I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me, Death row Jamaicans murder your family Fuck what happens tonight I've got my gun on me Fuck all that ho shit Fuck all you fuck boys

I smell T R 0 U B L E I play an old piano from nine till a half past one Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody else having fun Well, I don't miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floor Mercy, look what just walked through that door Well, hello