Turned out my pockets as I stumble out the car

Cash only underneath the overpass

I took a trepidatious look behind the bar

Through the haze in the broken glass

There was a very scary girl with no eyebrows

Flipping a talon through a Rolodex

She said "you’re just a member of the rank and file now"

A swing and a miss, maybe I’ll be next

The bouncer's fist is next to nothing

I’m bound to win this final hand

Before I get the chance to rest my wretched body

And say goodbye

Sent back the blood boy, man I don’t get the appeal

I’m just a sick romantic fatalist

Cause when I end up in that burning heap of steel

I’ll have the feeling I’m made for this

My final hit I stumble into

A viper pit

And it looks oddly like Los Angeles

Go make your money

Prepare to die