| In Sin City, it is pretty, see the sun going down
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| In Sin City, why so pretty, see the whores going down
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| And the pimps, how they limp, they all limp, limp around
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| The whores, wear a mask, just like a circus clown
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| In Sin City, you drink, till oblivion is found Opium dens, full of men,
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| taking uppers and the down
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| In Sin City, sitting pretty, to depravity we’re bound
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| And we sink, ever downwards, going down, going down Sin City…
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| Going down, down and down
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| In Sin City, sell your titties, your arse is nice and round
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| In Sin City, sell your clitty, and those sausages take down
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| Hear them moan, hear them groan, to desire they are bound Sin City, in Sin City.
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| Sell it all, a girl on call, going down, going down Franz, your dear Franz,
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| he is just your funny clown Going down… |