Sin City

Big Rob made twenty from a buck
My homemade glasses no fuckin' luck
Bong shop girl she wears no shoes
Mr ape man on the strip he does Tattoos

We're in Sin City time to drink
We're in Sin City, not a time to fucking think
We're in Sin City time to drink
We're in Sin City, we four on the brink

Sin City, yeah yeah yeah
Sin City, yeah yeah yeah
Sin City, yeah yeah yeah
Sin City, yeah

Buffet with Daver but now we gotta go
We're running late late for the show
See this pass got jiggy made the list
On stage with Zeke Holy fuckin' shit.

We're in Sin City time to Drink
We're in Sin City, not a time to fucking think
We're in Sin City time to Drink
We're in Sin City, we four on the brink

Sin City, yeah yeah yeah
Sin City, yeah yeah yeah
Sin City, yeah yeah yeah
Sin City, yeah

Pork's con's are squeaking from walking down the strip
Shon's at Liberacci's he got the tip
Steak and eggs with "The land down under" are we in Hell?
Tammy's first words were what the fuck's that smell?

Sin City ,yeah yeah yeah
Sin City, yeah yeah yeah
Sin City, yeah yeah yeah
Sin City, yeah