Sin City
Lucifer lands in the sands.
He stands with his plans making glass with his hands.
Build a pyramid. Make it black.
Build a table. Just for the Jack.
Build another: Takin dues when they crap.
Slide the dollar in the slot, “Oh, he ain’t comin back.”
There is a club: To be a member you just play.
And if you spend a thousand dollars, we will throw in a buffet.