Las Vegas Salvation

I won a million dollars in a lucid dream
Picked up a pocket full of tickets that I won't redeem
With any luck security won't hear my scream coming through the door

Taking love for granted is an ancient vice
Like looking to the heavens with a sacrifice
Or paying for a concubine to blow the dice
Hypnotized by the colors of the slot machine

If I die of dehydration Baby on the banks of an arid stream
Let the birds of prey come pick my pockets clean
I can wash away my sins now Baby with a gallon of gasoline
Let the tongues of a beating sun lick down on me

Ain't no way to prove what you don't believe
The truth of what you give and what you don't receive
Predetermined by a spade up a dealer's sleeve
But all I ever had to do was peel the Queen

If I die of dehydration Baby on the banks of an arid stream
Let the birds of prey come pick my pockets clean
I can wash away my sins now Baby with a gallon of gasoline
Let the tongues of a beating sun lick down on me



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Murray
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