Gotta get, gotta get awaynTank full of gas and I'm leaving todaynTake the 5 to the 91nHit the 15 like a loaded gunnHot desert air dries the tears as they fallnBut I won't miss him, miss him at allnJust under 300 miles to gonWhen I'm coming back, I don't knownnChorus:nSin city sing to menMy luck's run out and it's lookin' bleaknSin city prays for menCuz I don't think I can make itnSin city sing to me, lift me up I'm feeling weaknSin city pray for me,nI've got one last chance to make it out alivennSee those lights, they're flashing brightnThey blind you from what's wrong with your lifenIn a city that never sleepsnDon't have to wake up and admit defeatnFree drinks and the dealer's smilenMake you feel alright for awhilenBut the glamour it always fadesnJust watch as this world around you decaysnnPlace my bet and close my eyesnI'm not looking back, no not tonightnGonna find my way out of this somehow