Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas - Brandon Flowers

You woke up in the rusted frame

Of a burned out old DeVille

Your legs are shot and they’re flushed with pain

But you can’t keep them still

The sun sets and you’re afraid

Of that itching in your skin

You stumble down the boulevard

Of neon encrusted temples

You’re looking for the grace of God

In the arms of a fellow stranger

Disciples hand you catalogs and concubines

As you stumble down the boulevard crying «Hosanna»

Welcome to fabulous

Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas

Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins

Las Vegas

Didn’t nobody tell you the house will always win?

Cameras on the ceiling tile, no place for you to hide

It’s a hundred seven and you’re looking for shade

That no palm tree can provide

But there’s a little girl you remember back in Tennessee

You have this reoccurring dream

Where you see her playing hide and seek

With a woman who used to know you very well

Sunsets and neon lights

Call girls and neon lights

Black jack and lady luck

Cocaine and lady luck

You call upon her on holy knees tonight

In Las Vegas

Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins

Las Vegas

Didn’t nobody tell you?

Didn’t nobody tell you?

Didn’t nobody tell you the house will always win?