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.