Slow wrapping their curses inside of Rizlas,nMen in back stink of bad business.nGod help the fool from out of statenArriving all smiles and a vanity plate.nOne week of luck and the sky’s the limit.nNo holding back now, in it to win it.nOld bait and switch, done it againnTapping his fingers on the ATM.nCash advances at twenty percent,nThrow out the mobile, quit paying rent.nShady motel, heavy smokers,nWedding ring and a pawnbroker.nReno Nevada, a curse on you. Fortune’s a mistress seldom fooled.nReno Nevada, a curse on you. Fortune’s a mistress seldom fooled.nOn the way to the sea, poor girl broke down.nPicked up a habit, then she never left that town.nNow she’s working nights, leaning into cars,nBut the cops don’t mind, because Hope don’t mind nGiving Hope to the law.nReno Nevada, a curse on you. Fortune’s a mistress seldom fooled.nReno Nevada, a curse on you. Fortune’s a mistress seldom fooled.nnVietnam veteran, bowl of nickels, bowl of gin.nConference goers, on the house,nTen went in, nine came out.nChalk one up for the tally.nQuiet talking in the alley.nRent-a-coppers never ficklenAbout the bringing of a nickel.nReno Nevada, a curse on you. Fortune’s a mistress seldom fooled.nReno Nevada, a curse on you. Fortune’s a mistress seldom fooled.