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Behind all of the glamour Hidden by the glitz Under all the spray on tans And distracted by the **** Lies a Vegas like no other Not the one you wish to see The other side of Vegas Has a cost, it isn't free A parade of homeless people Far off strip are daily seen Heading for a bed and meal Away from where the grass is green The locals all accept it It's a darker part of town Where there's fewer painted smiles On this Las Vegas clown Every other building Is boarded up or framed In steel bar covered windows With no winners at the game The goal of all the walkers Is to get to the next day They can't afford to leave here They can't afford to stay Each walkway full of hawkers Selling water for a buck Passed out drunks all sleeping Hoping you will toss a buck Some saints and many sinners Came to find the life they lead Is not the one they looked for When they came here to fill their greed Don't look behind the curtain You will not like what you will find The darker side of Vegas Is not one that's in your mind A parade of desperate people Walk the streets each night alone Past the empty buildings Pass the bail bonds, guns and loans To truly see Las Vegas You have to venture off the strip Into a world of darkness And in truth, it's a short trip Behind the glitz and glamour Away from where the tourists go Is the dark side of Las Vegas That only few will ever know
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
The Dark Side of Las Vegas
Behind all of the glamour Hidden by the glitz Under all the spray on tans And distracted by the **** Lies a Vegas like no other Not the one you wish to see The other side of Vegas Has a cost, it isn't free A parade of homeless people Far off strip are daily seen Heading for a bed and meal Away from where the grass is green The locals all accept it It's a darker part of town Where there's fewer painted smiles On this Las Vegas clown Every other building Is boarded up or framed In steel bar covered windows With no winners at the game The goal of all the walkers Is to get to the next day They can't afford to leave here They can't afford to stay Each walkway full of hawkers Selling water for a buck Passed out drunks all sleeping Hoping you will toss a buck Some saints and many sinners Came to find the life they lead Is not the one they looked for When they came here to fill their greed Don't look behind the curtain You will not like what you will find The darker side of Vegas Is not one that's in your mind A parade of desperate people Walk the streets each night alone Past the empty buildings Pass the bail bonds, guns and loans To truly see Las Vegas You have to venture off the strip Into a world of darkness And in truth, it's a short trip Behind the glitz and glamour Away from where the tourists go Is the dark side of Las Vegas That only few will ever know
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
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