The Fremont Street Experience

For this land is full of devils and fools;

She sits in her little white chariot

Looking for strangers to kiss

Behold the bacteria in her blood that reeks

Overall, she is a gentle soul

Touched by the very presence of sin

See, Las Vegas is a trap for us all

The winding enigma that never sleeps

The gentle hallways that lead to empty dreams

Spiraling out of control

In the midst of emotions

And you're not going anywhere

For the devil lies, lurking in vain

For the devil sleeps for no one;

A man and his best friend

They die together

In the midst of a land that's free

And out of the state of grace

There lives a pleasant dream

Unpleasant to the rest of the world...

And there he is

Trapped in a bottle

Disgracing his friend from ear to ear,

What are we doing here?

And in the state of Las Vegas, an emotional realm

People grow old and bitter

And live in these streets

There is no mind left to fulfill the soul

Oh where is the future of our children

Running around in a soulless city

With a state that's dead and gone?

For the lady with the whip in her hand doesn't know

The true value of residency

When it comes to the state of her children;

And the lady in the little white chariot knows

That old souls never get their rose

Because old souls don't matter in this world

For in Vegas, the Fremont Street Experience

Is their playground...

Let us look into the future, shall we?

Will all of Vegas exist in the next twenty years?

Or will it become the greatest damsel on earth?

For all you lost souls out there...remember this

Your lies are just as brilliant as your heartbeats

For you will never live to see the next twenty years

If you are lucky,

You will be able to kiss that woman in the white chariot.