Brandon Flowers

You woke up in the rusted frame
Burned out old Deville
Your legs are shot and they're flushed with pain
But you can't keep them still
The sun sets and you're afraid
Of the itching in your skin
You stumble down the boulevard
Of neon encrusted temples
You're looking for the grace of God
In the arms of a fellow stranger
Disciples hand you catalogues and concubines
As you stumble down the boulevard crying "Hosanna"
Welcome to fabulous
Welcome to fabulous
Las Vegas
Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins
Las Vegas
Didn't nobody tell you the house will always win?
Cameras on the ceiling tile no place for you to hide