you got
to tell me brave captain,
why
are the wicked so strong,
how
do the angels get to sleep,
when
the devil leaves the porchlight on.
well
i dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots,
i had
to sell my ass on fremont street,
and
the drummer said there's sanctuary,
over
at the bagdad room,
and
now it's one for the money, two for the show,
three
to get ready, and go man go,
i said
tell me mr. siegel,
how
do i get out of here.
well
willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat,
drivin'
dangerous curves across the dirty sheets,
he said
man you ought to see her,
when
her parents are gone,
man
you ought to hear her when the siren's on.
you
got to tell me brave captain,
why
are the wicked so strong,
how
do the angels get to sleep,
when
the devil leaves the porchlight on.
don't
you know that ain't no broken bottle,
that
i picked up in my headlights,
on the
other side of the nevada line,
where
they live hard die young,
nd have
a good lookin' corpse every time,
well
the pit-boss said i should keep movin',
this
is where you go when you die,
and
so i shot a black beauty,
and
i kissed her right between the eyes.
well
willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat,
drivin'
dangerous curves across the dirty sheets,
he said
man you ought to see her,
when
her parents are gone,
man
you ought to hear her when the siren's on.
you got
to tell me brave captain,
why
are the wicked so strong,
how
do the angels get to sleep,
when
the devil leaves the porchlight on.
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