Chris Bartlett

Singer, Songwriter, World Traveler

Lost in Las Vegas

Call it Sin, call it what you will I’m in it again

I can’t help it when it calls to me it’s part of my circuitry

Once again, you take a ride through the burning wind

It’s the product and the perfect blend of evil and democracy

 

There’s a scar, in the sand

Rising up through the desert fueled by man

It’s hell, it’s night

It’s a hell of a night to be lost in Las Vegas

 

Time to feed, what’s your desire man whatever you need

Anyone who you want to be there’s no need to fear

It’s my night, I swear I see it in the circle of lights

Whatever happens it’ll be alright, it happened so I’m staying here

 

There’s a scar, in the sand

Rising up through the desert fueled by man

With the blood, and the bone

It’s the red and the white and blue that’s up

Above, below

You can feel it deep within you know

It’s hell, it’s night

It’s a hell of a night to be lost in Las Vegas

 

*Solo

 

Call it Sin, call it what you will I’m in it again

I can’t help it when it calls to me it’s part of my circuitry

Once again, you take a ride through the burning wind

It’s the product and the perfect blend of evil and democracy