I live in a place called Sin City
Where the card sharks say just hit me
Revolution time is upon us
Everyone here making a fuss
The crooked and the cops
Who will end up on top
Six-gun's leave a name and place
But no one here to remember the face
The ones that started this war
They even shot the eagle that soared
There's a beauty in a cowgirl getup
A crooked cop that makes the setup
Of a man that has nothing to loose
His fate was something he didn't choose
And to think a dead girl started all this
But a fatal clue is something they all missed
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