Half a black bottle of Bourbon running through my veins A bag full of candy in my head just to ease the pain A red bandanna on my head for the sweat in my eyes I head to a place that's a touch on the sleazy side Well I roll a lucky seven, my eyes are all big and wide Take the money and run, but that would be suicide Pull out the stops, get a little bit of everything Drink your shots, give it all that you got, don't know what tomorrow will bring Down at the red light joint, they got a sign hanging out the front It says "you got the money, you got whatever you want" Well I cruise like celluloid star out of Hollywood You know the drinks on the house, and everybody's got me feeling good Now I'm high as a kite in the spotlight rage 'till dawn You know that Saturday's cool but I'm strung out on Monday morn Down at the red light joint, they got a sign hanging out the front It says "You got the money, you got whatever you want"