Half a black bottle of Bourbon running through my veins
A bag full of candy in my head just to ease the pain
A red bandanna on my head for the sweat in my eyes
I head to a place that's a touch on the sleazy side
Well I roll a lucky seven, my eyes are all big and wide
Take the money and run, but that would be suicide
Pull out the stops, get a little bit of everything
Drink your shots, give it all that you got, don't know what tomorrow will bring
Down at the red light joint, they got a sign hanging out the front
It says you got the money, you got whatever you want
Well I cruise like celluloid star out of Hollywood
You know the drinks on the house, and everybody's got me feeling good
Now I'm high as a kite in the spotlight rage ‘till dawn
You know that Saturday's cool but I'm strung out on Monday morn
Down at the red light joint, they got a sign hanging out the front
It says You got the money, you got whatever you want

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