Part Time Pilots Rattle & Roll Lyrics

YEAAH!
I thinking that I can see all I'm ever gonna see, of this ballsed up side of town
It seems that recently someone took a hold a me, an underlining shout to get out
Wanna sleep, without dreams, cuz I've lived them all according to me
So Let the day begin, this matinee of sin. Serves as a constant reminder of the states you've been in

.....And I'm taking all the money I own. Sin City's gonna rattle and roll, I call it home
I wanna go where you can gamble your soul
They'll take me on in Vegas
They'll take me on in Vegas
Im moving on to Vegas

I'm hitting the ATM, empty all I got in them, so banks can't be catching me out
I got my smoke and weed, ass-or-ted amphetamines to keep me taking over no doubt Nothing more than a
Civil war of a man versus his body's peak
So let the day begin,This matinee of sin, serves as a constant reminder of the years you wasted

And I'm taking all the money I own
Sin City's gonna rattle and roll, I call it home
I wanna go where you can gamble your soul
They'll take me on in Vegas. They'll take me on in Vegas...

Illuminate the place, as lights roll down your face
Carry on you ride long in machines made of pure amphetamines
Not quite limousines,(yeo)

And I'm taking all the money I own
Sin City's gonna rattle and roll, I call it home
I wanna go where you can gamble your soul
They'll take me on in Vegas. I'm moving no to Vegas
Im moving on to Vegggggaaaaaaas

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