Brandon Flowers - Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas

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 'em still,
The sun sets and you're afraid of that itching in your skin,
You stumble down the boulevard of neon encrusted temple,
You're looking for the grace of God in the arms of a fellow stranger,
Disciples hand you catalogs of 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 sin,
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 in neon lights,
Call girls in neon lights,
Blackjack 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 sin,
Las Vegas
Didn't nobody tell you?
Didn't nobody tell you?
Didn't nobody tell you
The house will always win