I spent all my money in a Mexican whorehouse Across the street from a catholic church And then I wiped off my revolver And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt I shot the morning in the back With my red wings on I told the sun he'd better go back down And if I can find a book of matches I'm goin' to burn this hotel down You got to tell me brave captain Why are the wicked so strong? How do the Angels get to sleep When the Devil leaves the porch light on Well, I dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots I had to sell my ass on Fremont Street And the drummer said there's sanctuary Over at the Baghdad room And now it's one for the money Two for the show Three to get ready, and go man go I said, "Tell me Mr. Siegel How do I get out of here?" Well, Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat Drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets He said, "Man you ought to see her When her parents are gone Man you ought to hear her when the siren's on" I said, tell me brave captain Why are the wicked so strong How do the Angels get to sleep When the Devil leaves the porch light on Don't you know that ain't no broken bottle That I picked up in my headlights On the other side of the Nevada line Where they live hard die young And have a good lookin' corpse every time Well, you know the pit-boss Said I should keep movin' This is where you go when you die And so I shot a black beauty And I kissed her right between the eyes Well, Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat Drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets He said, "When the bitches wound up And her parents are gone Man you ought to hear her when the siren's on" I said, tell me brave captain Why are the wicked so strong How do the Angels get to sleep When the Devil leaves the porch light on I spent all my money in a Mexican whorehouse Across the street from a catholic church And then I wiped off my revolver And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt I shot the morning in the back With my red wings on I told the sun he'd better go back down And if I can find a book of matches I'm goin' to burn this hotel down And now it's one for the money Two for the show Three to get ready, and go man go I said, "Tell me Mr. Siegel How do I get out of here?" © FIFTH FLOOR MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com