Neon Palms

Whiskey lips and cigarette scars,

Red dress sways in the back of the bar,

Pink lights flicker, the deals go down,

Another lost soul in a dead-end town.

Cocaine waves crash on the shore,

One more hit, then she’s begging for more,

Fast cars, fast cash, slow suicide,

In Neon Palms, where the angels die.

Rum on her breath, knife in her purse,

"Baby, let’s dance… or something much worse,"

Smoke in the air, bodies collide,

Bet your life on the lucky side.

Neon Palms, where the sinners play,

Lust and liquor till the break of day,

Dice roll heavy, the stakes run high,

Kiss me once, then wave goodbye..

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He’s got gold on his wrist, blood on his hands,

She’s got Hollywood dreams, trapped in quicksand,

One-way flight, just a roll of the dice,

Powdered dreams at a paradise price.

Backroom whispers, backseat sins,

Smoke-stained windows, cocaine grins,

Fast love, fake names, no second chance,

At Neon Palms, where the devils dance.

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Champagne drips down her broken heart,

Love is a game, but the house is dark,

One last hit, one last ride,

The flames burn bright before we die.

Neon Palms, where the sinners play,

Lust and liquor till the break of day,

Dice roll heavy, the stakes run high,

Kiss me once, then wave

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The sun comes up, but the fire still burns,

Another lost soul, no one returns,

Neon Palms, I’ll see you soon,

Under the haze of a blood-red

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