Pretty Vegas

Falling asleep at the wheel again baby

You're drifting over the line (the line) yeah

Your hands are tight but you're losing grip quickly

Fix me, can you read the signs?

Thumbing your way to Vegas, dirty

And dreaming of the other side

Save your tears and laughter

Because it doesn't matter what you find

It ain't pretty

After the show

It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you

With no place to go

If you think you need it

Here's the place to feed it

But it ain't pretty

With everything that you do is wrong

And you fell like you can barely survive yeah

When those around you are crumbling downwards

Buried in the sunset alive

Thumbing your way to Vegas, dirty

And screaming like you're back from hell

Save your dreams and occupations

Cos' it doesn't matter what you sell

It ain't pretty

After the show

It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you

With no place to go

If you think you want it

Here's the place to get it

But it ain't pretty

The party's over and the road is long

The party's over and we're moving on

The party's over and the road is long

So if you think you want it

Then just come out and say it

It aint pretty

Falling asleep at the wheel again baby

You're drifting over the line (the line)

You're hands are tight but you're losing grip quickly

Fix me, can you read the signs

Thumbing your way to Vegas, dirty

And dreaming like you're outta control

Save your tears and laughter

Because this is the ride

And this is the show

It ain't pretty

After the show

It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you

With no place to go

So if you think you want it

Just come in and get it

It ain't pretty

INXS, “Switch”, 2005

Pós Michael Hutchence, os INXS estão de volta com um álbum genial! Vale a pena ouvir

Padrino

Life imitates the game of chess
You can be the rook or the pawn
If you have the strategy that's best
You can be the king or in this case the don
It's easy to get knocked out of the game
Depending on which way you want to play
You've got to have eyes in the back of your head
Now that we have that out of the way

Rev up the Lincoln
And lets get to drinking some caffeino
Lets go to Nicolettis
Cause he makes a mean spaghetti sauce
I'm a connoisseur of the finer things in life
I'll take any flick with Al Pacino
I'm a man of respect and I prefer to be addressed as Padrino

If you're the type that likes to spill the beans
You could be a stone in someone's shoe
You'll receive a kiss on each cheek
Then you'll know that pretty soon the stone will be removed
Everyone knows that crime does not pay
It doesn't pay the taxes anyway
You've got to be slick if you don't want it to stick
Now that we have that out of the way

I know it's not a wise thing to do
Writing funny songs about the mob
But if it's all the same to you
I don't see it as a gang but a club
Where men sit like gentlemen
Plotting their events about
Things I shouldn't understand comprehend or care
Like...oh, I don't know maybe I shouldn't go there
After all it is a family affair

Stay out of the papers
Don't get caught
Leave the singing to Sinatra and always keep your big trap shut
Capice?

The underworld is like an undertow - if you don't respect it
It will surely bring you down - when you least expect -
Hey expect it from all sides
Once you're in it it's for life
Don't be famous be infamous and you will live to see another day
Be wise about with whom you discuss
Now that we have that out of the way

Smash Mouth, “Fush yu Mang”, 1997