Lyrics
ten miles to the destination of the past,
swear to god i can't feel my head anymore,
heat breeze from the desert so fast it passed,
spillin' dimes in the water from the glove box
yeah, yeah, yeah, yaeh, yaeh, yaeh,
las vegas
bright bulbs running down to the asphalt,
girls glitter slide by with the shiny thighs,
hear sounds of the ones less fortunate,
skid, stop to avoid a transvestite
yeah, yeah, yeah, yaeh, yaeh, yaeh,
las vegas
when you see it,
it is something you can't pass,
it's like when you read it,
in your favorite porno mag
yeah, yeah, yeah, yaeh, yaeh, yaeh,
las vegas
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