Bullets and Chagrin (The Fremont Street Experience)
About this track
Welcome to Downtown Vegas where you can set yourself free Golden Nugget, Glitter Gulch, margaritas at the D Count the chips, count the bruises, comfort yourself with a Martini This place is for the people who find the strip a bit too sceney Rim licked clean, olives suffocate slow like routine My smile's a roulette, see it stretching thin Dealer keeps dealing in bullets and chagrin Count the chips, count the bruises, soothe your wounds with gin and molly Rim licked clean, olives suffocate slow like human folly My smile's a roulette with a cigarette See it stretching thin Dealer keeps dealing in bullets and chagrin Bated breath in the lucid dream, can you feel the suspense? Every punchline's a knockout when you've got no pretense Divorced men of a certain age, dissolving in their seats Frank Sinatra came and got you, dragged you back down Fremont Street, yeah! I got skeletons, I've made some backroom deals Gold satin, two Manhattans. do you like how it feels? Lose the plot, let it tie you up Scramble the scripts You're a master of self-sabotage, I'd say give yourself a tip I ain't suicidal, but I do know where the bridge is For now I'll take your money and I'll charge you for the privilege Taught my rabbit some bad habits. God, I hope it's not clean The only way you'll lose is if you wonder what it means Hope is on a tightrope, every grasp is a release It's high in suicide, but what a ride, I want a piece But no police! There goes Mr. Gleason, scored a threesome, now he's scared to double down You've been losing for an hour but that's bound to turn around He's wishing you a safe, legal, and responsible bender You'll find an escort at a food court or on Tinder You'll forget all of this like you forgot your credit card Where players work, this man's a jerk. Let's watch him go down hard It's bustling with hustling, so you got to stay on guard Now watch me bet against the spread on my own petard Rim licked clean, olives suffocate slow like the American dream My smile's a roulette wheel, only cowards don't go all in Dealer keeps dealing in bullets and chagrin