Lyrics Bruce Dickinson

Bruce Dickinson

Sin City

Diamonds and dust

Poor man last, rich man first

Lamborghinis, caviar

Dry martinis, Shangri-la

I got a burnin' feelin'

Deep inside of me

It's a-yearning

But, I'm gonna to set it free

I'm goin' in to Sin City

I'm gonna win in Sin City

Where the lights are bright

Do the town tonight

I'm gonna win in Sin City

Oh, I'm gonna roll you, baby

Snake eyes, wouw

Ladders and snakes

Ladders give, snakes take

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief

Ain't got a hope in hell, that's my belief

Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim

They're gettin' ready, look out, I'm comin' in

So, spin that wheel, cut that pack

And roll those loaded dice

Bring on the dancing girls

And put the champaign on ice

I'm goin' in to Sin City

I'm gonna win in Sin City

Where the lights are bright

Do the town tonight

I'm goin' in to Sin City