Ah the Vegas sun
It\'s not going anywhere
I stand on the streets of Fremont
Gasping for air...
Oh the beauty of the air
It is falling
And I am falling along with it
Oh the gasps of distant air
It has fallen
And my rose has come
To me death is a beautiful thing
Under the Vegas sun.
And time has fallen
With the rest of us,
For a lot of us are dead and gone
Give me my roses now, before I\'m gone.