text: I spent all my money in a Mexican whorehouse, babe
  Across the street from a Catholic church
  And I wiped off my revolver
  And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt
  I shot the morning in the back with my red wings on
  Told the sun he better go back down
  And if I can find a book of matches
  Im going to burn this hotel down
  You got to tell me, brave captain
  Why are the wicked so strong?
  How do the angels get to sleep
  When the devil leaves his porch light on?
  Well I dropped thirty grand on the Nugget slots
  I had to sell my ass on Fremont Street
  And the drummer said theres sanctuary
  Over at the Baghdad Room
  Oh and now theres one for the money two for the show
  Three to get ready and go man go
  I said Tell me, Mr. Siegel
  How do I get out of here?
  Willards knocked out on a bottle of heat
  Drivin dangerous curves across the dirty sheets
  He said, Man, you ought to see her when her parents are gone
  Man you ought to hear her when the sirens on
  I said tell me, brave captain
  Why are the wicked so strong?
  How do the angels get to sleep
  When the devil leaves the porch light on?
  Dont you know that aint no broken bottle that I picked up in my headlights
  On the other side of the Nevada line?
  Where they live hard, die young
  And have a good lookin corpse every time
  Well you know the pit boss said I should keep movin
  This is where you go when you die
  So I shot a black beauty
  And I kissed her right between the eyes
  Oh well, Willards knocked out on a bottle of heat
  Drivin dangerous curves across the dirty sheets
  He said, When the bitch is wound up and her parents are gone
  Man, you oughta hear her with the siren on
  I said tell me, brave captain
  Why are the wicked so strong?
  How do the angels get to sleep
  When the devil leaves his porch light on?
  I spent all my money now in a Mexican whorehouse
  Across the street from a Catholic church
  And then I wiped off my revolver
  And buttoned up my burgundy shirt
  I shot the morning in the back with my red wings on
  Told the sun hed better go back down
  If I can find a book of matches
  Im goin to burn this hotel down
  Well its one for the money, two for the show
  I said three to get ready and go man go
  I said, Tell me, Mr. Siegel
  How do I get out of here?