Mr. Siegal

I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse
 Across the street from a catholic church
 And then I wiped off my revolver
 And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt
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 I shot the morning in the back, with my red wings on
 I told the sun he'd better go back down
 And if i can find a book of matches
 I'm goin' 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 porchlight on
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 Well I dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots
 I had to sell my ass on Fremont street
 And the drummer said there's sanctuary
 Over at the Bagdad room
 
 And now it's one for the money
 Two for the show
 Three to get ready
 And go man go, I said
 Tell me Mr. Siegal
 How do I get out of here
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 Well Willard's 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 siren's 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 porchlight on
 Don't you know that ain't 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
 And so I shot a black beauty
 And I kissed her right between the eyes.
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 Well Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat
 Drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets
 He said when the bitch is wound up
 When her parents are gone
 Man, you ought to hear her when the siren's 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 porchlight on
 
 I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse
 Across the street from a catholic church
 And then I wiped off my revolver
 And I buttoned up my burgundy shirt
 
 I shot the morning in the back, with my red wings on
 I told the sun he'd better go back down
 And if i can find a book of matches
 I'm goin' to burn this hotel down
 
 And it's one for the money
 Two for the show
 Three to get ready
 And go man go, I said
 Tell me Mr. Siegal
 How do I get out of here