a story about a paradox that exists in las vegas
words and music by stephanie hayes copyright 2006
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fiogf49gjkf0d Hangover town words and music by Stephanie Hayes copyright 2006
All the shirtless immigrants lining all the streets
Handing out free porn to all the traveling geeks
I walk past and nod and I pretend that I won’t read it
In a hangover town
The golden sands medallion in my pocket that I keep
The prada padded footfall in the lobby where I sleep
The ding of the elevator and th hallowed winners weep
Of a hangover town
Chorus
So I’m pushin it down, wearin a frown, it’s the end of a countdown
In a hangover town, I’m hangin around
(Alt-kissin the ground, tryin not to drown)
the quickie marriage license and the new upholstery
the billboards on the boulevard of frank and dean and Sammie
the way she slurred her address to me while handin me a key
to a hangover town
this semester’s tuition, the down payment on a house
the watches and the pink slips, the heirlooms and the black chips
the nasty little habit and the foot of a purple rabbit
in a hangover town
chorus
here hope rises like the heat of the highway
here’s hopin some of that good luck comes my way
the dancers and the dollar bills, the friend of a friend that can gat you the pills
the Hollywood stars and the a-list bars, the big fake tits and the bigger cars
the money I owe you if you can wait til june, if you can wait til july I will owe you the moon
if you can’t wait meet me at the table at noon and pray that I don’t lose
chorus
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