A bloody nose, empty pockets, a rented car with a trunk full of gunsnIt ain't true that the sun don't rise in Vegas,nI've seen it oncenShe might have been somebody's mamanhe might have been somebody's sonnbut if the sun went down on them that night in Vegas,nthey're luck was good as gonennThey'll be after me by the time the buffet closes,nmaking sure sin city still shines brighter than creations darknIf all you need is a badge to take what's left from those who lost it,na badge ain't no more real than bullets arennA bloody nose, empty pockets, a rented car with a trunk full of gunsnCheckout time is sundown in Las Vegas,nbut it only rises once