The Strip - WHERE THE BUFFALO ROAM

I heard a story of a plastic city
Where the dead go to live and the dreams goto die
Stumbled right off that plane
Could tell I was home by the hell in their eyes
I can feel the fear creeping up my spine
Not sure what's ahold of me
It's pushing me over the line
Gotta get out
Get a grip on myself
This city's got ahold of me
It's dragging me to hell
I fell in love with the girls girls girls
Dancing live under the lights on the strip
They stole my heart and left my broke
Penniless on the edge of a cliff
I can feel the fever creeping from behind
The shadows of this city are eating me alive
Gotta get out
Get a grip on myself
This city's got ahold of me
It's dragging me to hell
I had been up for three goddamn days
In this wretched hell hole
The wave my senses were riding began to crash
Into a place I never thought I would see
Or grasp for that matter
I had laid victim to what I could perceive as circumstance
But wait
Was I to blame for all of this madness
Or was it some twisted game that sunk its teeth
Into my fragile mind
They loaded the bullets into the gun
Begged my finger to block out the sun
Pull the trigger, Take me
Take me home
But I got a couple cards up my sleeve
No profit in truth, nor honor in thieves
Stick to the shadows of the low road
I can feel the pressure weighing down my eyes
My heart is giving out on me
And now I've lost my mind
Gotta get out
Get a grip on myself
This city's got ahold of me
It's dragging me to hell
Fuck

Written by:
ANTHONY MASCOLINO, CHAD GANNON

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