BURY ME IN VEGAS Red Leather
"BURY ME IN VEGAS" by Red Leather is a #Rock song released in 2023. The lyrics explore themes of escapism, the allure of nightlife, and the desire for freedom amidst chaos. Musically, it features energetic guitar riffs and an anthemic chorus. The song captures the vibrant essence of Las Vegas, resonating with those seeking adventure and liberation.
[Verse 1]
I was gettin' by, not gettin' high all of December
I can't tell you why I fell off the wagon, don't remember
And I got sick and tired of all the fightin', I surrendered
And headed home down a desert road
Scored a bag of weed and got an eight ball from my dealer
I drove the fifteen east while I was sippin' on tequila
One-hundred on the dashboard and Nirvana on the speakers
And I don't care if I make it there
[Chorus]
'Cause when the party's over
No, I ain't dyin' sober
Lord knows my heart can't take it
And if I don't make it
Bury me in Vegas
Just bury me in Vegas
[Verse 2]
By the grace of God, I made it down to The Flamingo
I maxed my credit card while playin' cards at the casino
Snortin' mounds of blow right up my nose like Al Pacino
I tried to stop, I just can't stop
I took to many shots and I got cut off by the dealer
Went back to my room, drank every drop of that tequila
I cut myself the last two lines, one for myself, one for the reaper
And got too close to an overdose
I was gettin' by, not gettin' high all of December
I can't tell you why I fell off the wagon, don't remember
And I got sick and tired of all the fightin', I surrendered
And headed home down a desert road
Scored a bag of weed and got an eight ball from my dealer
I drove the fifteen east while I was sippin' on tequila
One-hundred on the dashboard and Nirvana on the speakers
And I don't care if I make it there
[Chorus]
'Cause when the party's over
No, I ain't dyin' sober
Lord knows my heart can't take it
And if I don't make it
Bury me in Vegas
Just bury me in Vegas
[Verse 2]
By the grace of God, I made it down to The Flamingo
I maxed my credit card while playin' cards at the casino
Snortin' mounds of blow right up my nose like Al Pacino
I tried to stop, I just can't stop
I took to many shots and I got cut off by the dealer
Went back to my room, drank every drop of that tequila
I cut myself the last two lines, one for myself, one for the reaper
And got too close to an overdose
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