sin city

Bruce Dickinson

Diamonds and dust
Poor man last, rich man first
Lambourginis and caviar
Dry martinis, Shangri-la

I got a burning feeling
Deep inside of me
And it's yearning
But I'm gonna set it free

I'm coming in to sin city
I'm gonna win in sin city
Where the lights are bright
Through the town tonight
I'm gonna win in sin city

Ladders and snakes
Ladders give, snakes take
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief
Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief

Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim
They're getting ready,
And I'm coming in to get you babe

So spin that wheel, roll those dice
Cut those load of decks
Bring on the dancing girls
And put the champaign on ice