Vegas

Vegas                             January 6, 2005

I'm worn out, tired, depressed, 

Need time to decompress, 

To just let out all those demons in the air. 

I can only handle so much 

Of the world dumping out all over my person. 

I can't stand it here anymore. 

I gotta get away, gotta hit the road 

Because I never did anything to deserve this. 

Heading out to Vegas for some kicks, 

For a time, a week, a month or two, 

I might even stay a few years, perhaps. 

I don't know, but I may never go back home. 

I may become one with the garden gnome. 

Watch some Wayne Newton, hit the casinos, 

Hey! You never know, I might become rich. 

Maybe that'll all take the weight away. 

Bugsy was a genius ahead of his time 

For he saw the fruits of his crime, 

And though it lead to his demise, 

He musta been a more modern Sigmund Freud. 

He read my mind, I must say, 

He read my mind beyond time and space. 

He saw my mind, that it would be fried, 

And he created Vegas. Thank Heaven Divine! 

I'm in Vegas, thank Heaven divine! 

I don't think I'll ever leave this land so fine. 

I thank Bugsy for his crime, 

His act which is making me do the time. 

I'm cashing in, making myself poor, 

Making it impossible to buy a whore, 

But that's ok, nothing can make this day gray, 

For I am here, here to stay.