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 Deathbed.

I Know Were So Wrong, But It Feels So Right.
And Its Not A Party, If It Happens Every Night.
Im Running On Empty, Your Running Out Of Luck.
So Lets Ditch This City, Before We Sober Up