Lost Vegas

Stacks of empty beer cases
Leaning tower of shot glasses
Well I'm standing on layers of cigarette filters
But no one has an extra smoke either
and no one has an extra smoke either
 
Im so sick of the casino's that make us known
As the city that fucks and drinks and party like there's no tomorrow
 
Well let me just say they don't see the local life of poverty, luck and greed
the vast array of nothingness and blazing heat, there's no way to live  
But the snakes find comfort in it
 
Oh we're all lost in vegas
Oh we're all lost in vegas
 
Well I'm stuck in a pit of tar from the smoke in my lungs that can't get out
I'm stuck in a pit of dirt and rock piled with crumbled rock
 
and I can sing but i prefer to shout
cuz the crust in my voice and anguish in my heart
is the only thing keeping me and suicide apart
 
So here's to the punks, hippies and ravers
Cheers to happy substance abusers
and everyone else, somewhere in between
together we'll compose a requiem for a dream
 
People take one look at me and turn their heads baffled from the gagglefuck of tats on my arm
the way that i act and my race that i was born with
i dont understand
i truly don't fucking understand
why social anxiety always gets the best of me
cuz im tryna live a life of peace, love and rage
 
I refuse to conform to societies expectancies of how i should be
work ethic and the customer is always right
when they spit in your face and say all this shit is overpriced
well i said fuck that shit I said fuck that shit
as i took another hit from a cigarette to keep me sane
 
oh we're all lost in vegas
oh we're all fucking lost in vegas!
 
So here's to the punks, hippies and ravers
Cheers to happy substance abusers
and everyone else somewhere in between  
together we'll compose a requiem for a dream