Trippin'

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.