So cash in all your chips tonight baby, cuz were going out of style. We could leave this city, if only for a while. Well take this feeling to our graves For every heart that we betrayed. No one can know about this. The only place ill ever call home, is my d**hbed. I know were so wrong, but it feels so right. And its not a party, if it happens every night. I'm running on empty, your running out of luck. So lets ditch this city, before we sober up