Las Vegas, Baby

Let me tell you a story 'bout my daily struggle It's just the fucked up truth about me and my troubles It's a story about a person who once had ambitions Before some assholes came and took all her visions Still all my friends say be glad you have a job, honey But I don't care about that shit since I don't make enough money I try all my best but I just don't get rich And I feel angry and fucked up and life's just a bitch And for my baby I can't buy a nice car To show on Facebook how beautiful we are Give me a money transfer, baby So I can fly to Vegas, maybe I need to gamble so bring me to the airport I don't care if it's Nuremberg or Frankfurt Someone call the doctor, baby Should I go to the madhouse, maybe? The rest of my money is buried in Vegas They're gonna hang me in Texas I am working my ass of getting up each day at 5 Still I'm always broke and I hate this life Each time I check my bank balance I am shocked Since there is no money left, it looks like I have been robbed And for my baby I can't buy diamond rings Not even cheese or sausage or any other things So go and tell your mommy and your daddy, too I'm only good for nothing and for saying: "fuck you!" Give me a money transfer, baby So I can fly to Vegas, maybe I need to gamble so bring me to the airport I don't care if it's Nuremberg or Frankfurt Someone call the doctor, baby Should I go to the madhouse, maybe? The rest of my money is buried in Vegas They're gonna hang me in Texas Gonna hang me in Texas, baby I'll post this news on Facebook, later Gonna hang me in Texas, baby And now all my Friends, say: "yeah!" Friends say: "yeah!" Now all my friends say: "yeah!" Friends say: "yeah!" Give me a money transfer, baby So I can fly to Vegas, maybe I need to gamble so bring me to the airport I don't care if it's Nuremberg or Frankfurt Someone call the doctor, baby Should I go to the madhouse, maybe? The rest of my money is buried in Vegas They're gonna hang me in Texas