Part Time Pilots - TRACK 3 lyrics

I thinking that I can see all I'm ever gonna see, of this ballsed up side of town It seems that recently somethings took a hold a me, an underlining shout to get out Wanna sleep, without dreams, cuz I've lived them all according to me So Let the day begin, this matinee of sin. Serves as a constant reminder of the states you've been in .....And I'm taking all the money I own. Sin City's gonna rattle and roll I wanna go where you can gamble your soul They'll take me on in Vegas I'm moving all to Vegas Im moving on to Vegas I'm hitting the ATM, empty all I got in them, so banks can't be catching me out I got my drink and weed, a**-or-ted amphetamines to keep me taking over no doubt Nothing more than a Civil war of a man versus his body's peak So let the day begin,This matinee of sin, serves as a constant reminder of the years you wasted And I'm taking all the money I own Sin City's gonna rattle and roll, I call it home I wanna go where you can gamble your soul They'll take me on in Vegas. I'm moving all to Vegas.Im moving all to.... Illuminate the place, as lights roll down your face Carry on you ride long in machines made of pure amphetamines Not quite limousines And I'm taking all the money I own Sin City's gonna rattle and roll, I call it home I wanna go where you can gamble your soul They'll take me on in Vegas. I'm moving all to Vegas Im moving all to Vegggggaaaaaaas