Well it rarely rains in Nevada And I've came here before Hell, I'm never Coming here anymore I keep telling myself You don't learn from lies The Las Vegas Strip keeps burning my eyes Eager for a dirty consolation prize They keep a-winning And we keep losing The more you look better The more you get by Beautiful people Living their lives Not a care Not a worry Not even a try Not even a try They don't call 'em cars They call 'em automobiles And if you look 'em in the face That shit ain't even real But the luck of a draw is a terrible deal 'Cause they keep winning and we keep losing It's a slow burn It's a slow burn in Every way What looks far is always So much Further away Well, I should've known better not to ever Get fooled twice