Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome to the Strip, artist - JT Music. Date of issue: 07.12.2018
Song language: English
Welcome to the Strip |
| Woke up with a headache but I wasn’t hungover |
| I just had my death faked, what better way to wake up sober |
| They told me the deck’s rigged, I never had the face for poker |
| What happens in Vegas stays, but in my case, I’m getting closure |
| Started from the bottom, and I’m talkin' bedrock |
| Left for dead in the desert with a headshot |
| That checkered suit I can never forget |
| Thanks for the medicine Doc, but I think I’m ready to jet |
| Grab a shovel, dig a grave |
| Deck is shuffled, rig the game |
| I know how to lift the stakes |
| Got a Platinum Chip to raise? |
| In Sin City, karma’s kinda dead |
| You wanna play your cards close in the wild west |
| Baby you’ll want a great hand |
| When you take a gamble with the Wasteland |
| Place some bets, pay your debts, or make plans |
| To kick the bucket, bite the dust and then taste sand |
| I’m gonna crack a nuka cola, do you want a couple sips? |
| Pipboy equipped, pistol buckled to my hip |
| With a pocket full of shells and another full of chips |
| Saddle up, we’re cashin' in |
| Welcome to the Strip, step into an oasis |
| We don’t got no script for what goes down in Vegas |
| This ain’t no place for keepin' secrets |
| Seal your lips or Rest In Peace |
| It could cost your life |
| Go on and toss the dice |
| Fell out of grace with Lady Lucky, guess I’m dead to her |
| But a gentleman would never shoot a messenger |
| Forget the temperature, watch your step for predators |
| If you haven’t met a gecko yet you better get insured |
| My run of bad luck’s 'bout to add up |
| I’ll have to cash out, I’m stackin' rads up |
| Fresh out of stimpaks, and half my stats suck |
| Plus, I’m over-encumbered with junk I’ve packed up |
| But I gotta trudge on, rain or shine |
| I’m gonna make sure I deliver right on time |
| It’s a federal offense when you mess with the mail, man |
| I’m goin' postal on the Mojave Wasteland |
| House, NCR, and Caesar’s Legion |
| Leave it up to me to keep 'em beefin' |
| Got myself a Yes Man who I’d never have a qualm with |
| Two heads are better than one -- ask a Brahmin |
| Welcome to the Strip, step into an oasis |
| We don’t got no script for what goes down in Vegas |
| This ain’t no place for keepin' secrets |
| Seal your lips or Rest In Peace |
| It could cost your life |
| Go on and toss the dice |
| You tried to murder and bury me, was it worth it jerks? |
| You showed me no mercy, now look how we’re reversed |
| Remember when you’re deserted that you burned me first |
| I’ll tell your mother why you’re missing, she’s a worrier |
| No, this ain’t your day, it’ll get worse and worse |
| Don’t have my own place, I came to dirty yours |
| Hope you heard my terms, I didn’t slur my words |
| Lucky 38, I’d like to purchase, sir |
| Turn it over to the courier |
| I’m getting even with the House when I play odds |
| They wanted platinum, but they’re gonna take bronze |
| I’ll leave you in chains, enslaved by Great Khans |
| Now take a look at who’s been played by great cons |
| How are you handling my fallout? |
| I’m a small guy who’s makin' tall clouds |
| I’m goin' all out, calling deathclaws out |
| Run motherfucker cuz the House 'bout to fall down |
| Pay your debts and you’ll be fine |
| Otherwise you might get crucified |
| That’s kinda like takin' a bet |
| With a fully loaded gun playin' Russian roulette |
| The sand is hot but the hearts are cold |
| If you’re in too deep then you’ll wanna fold |
| Just like a tumbleweed I’m on a roll |
| Just like a tumbleweed I’m on a roll |
| Welcome to the Strip, step into an oasis |
| We don’t got no script for what goes down in Vegas |
| This ain’t no place for keepin' secrets |
| Seal your lips or Rest In Peace |
| It could cost your life |
| Go on and toss the dice |
| Welcome to the Strip |
| Welcome to the Strip |
| Welcome to the Strip |
| Welcome to the Strip |
| Go on and toss the dice |