Bruce Dickinson - Sin City lyrics

Diamonds and dust Poor man last, rich man first Lamborghinis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burnin' feelin' Deep inside of me It's a-yearning But, I'm gonna to set it free I'm goin' in to Sin City I'm gonna win in Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm gonna win in Sin City Oh, I'm gonna roll you, baby Snake eyes, wouw Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're gettin' ready, look out, I'm comin' in So, spin that wheel, cut that pack And roll those loaded dice Bring on the dancing girls And put the champaign on ice I'm goin' in to Sin City I'm gonna win in Sin City Where the lights are bright Do the town tonight I'm goin' in to Sin City