My city feels like a prize
That’s how commercials play
They make it sound like paradise
Palm trees, beaches, sunset all day
The bigger the hotel, the higher the price
Doesn’t matter where you lay
You’ll feel like fire within the ice
The people will make you want to stay
But they just want the moving device
It’s money if you couldn’t tell, by the way
But come here, though, take the advice
There’s even a place to pray
And lots where you can sin. Twice.