Las Vegas - Houndmouth

You’re back in town for the heat

It feels just like you’re seventeen

Maybe you could get a lift

From the uptown boys you used to run with

You wore makeup for three days straight

Half a Xanax for the holidays

By the look on your face

You’re rolling eights the hard way

We came here to win

We didn’t come for the entertainment

Whoa

I believe

I believe in Las Vegas

The city of plastic

So unreal it’s dangerous

Back out here on the street

The hotlines are all out of reach

I beg your pardon I was leaving

On account of my Lady Luck’s gone away