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