Verse 1
Checked into the Trop at 3 AM with a tab on my tongue,
Elevator breathing, carpet melting, desk clerk had two heads.
Atlantic wind through the lobby like a bad omen lung,
Said "good luck kid" and I was already seeing red.
Verse 2
Down to the floor, slots screaming ding-ding-ding in surround,
Every lever pulling me, every light was a tracer fire.
Old lady smoking next to me said "honey don't drown"
But the chips turned to communion wafers on the wire.
Verse 3
Met Angel at Scores, said she danced for presidents and ghosts,
Glitter in her teeth, said she knew a shortcut to God.
Bought her a water that cost 22 bucks at most,
She said "you look lost" I said "you have no idea, broad."
Verse 4
Back room smells like cheap perfume and Windex and fear,
She's counting my pulse like it's money, says "you're hot."
Mirrors got no end, infinite Angels all too near,
She whispers "you owe me" and I know I don't know what I got.
Verse 5
RUN. Down Steel Pier, barefoot, shoes in my hands,
Neon sign for saltwater taffy bleeding into the sea.
Bouncer made of static, shouting about cover bands,
She's laughing behind me, or maybe that's just me.
Verse 6
Back in the casino, security camera is my own eye,
Pit boss is Hunter S. Thompson in a visor, grinning mean.
I put it all on black, black ate the sky,
Roulette wheel spinning off the table, a filthy sun machine.
Verse 7
Bathroom stall at Caesars, trying to negotiate with tile,
Tile says "kid you never left Vermont, you never left home."
Every stall door opens to the same boardwalk mile,
Seagulls spelling out my name in styrofoam.
Verse 8
Sun up over the ocean, ugly and beautiful and clean,
Angel gone, money gone, still got my soul in my pocket.
Boardwalk preachers yelling, I'm somewhere in between,
Acid fading, left me this one souvenir: I lost it.
Verse 1
Checked into the Trop at 3 AM with a tab on my tongue,
Elevator breathing, carpet melting, desk clerk had two heads.
Atlantic wind through the lobby like a bad omen lung,
Said "good luck kid" and I was already seeing red.
Verse 2
Down to the floor, slots screaming ding-ding-ding in surround,
Every lever pulling me, every light was a tracer fire.
Old lady smoking next to me said "honey don't drown"
But the chips turned to communion wafers on the wire.
Verse 3
Met Angel at Scores, said she danced for presidents and ghosts,
Glitter in her teeth, said she knew a shortcut to God.
Bought her a water that cost 22 bucks at most,
She said "you look lost" I said "you have no idea, broad."
Verse 4
Back room smells like cheap perfume and Windex and fear,
She's counting my pulse like it's money, says "you're hot."
Mirrors got no end, infinite Angels all too near,
She whispers "you owe me" and I know I don't know what I got.
Verse 5
RUN. Down Steel Pier, barefoot, shoes in my hands,
Neon sign for saltwater taffy bleeding into the sea.
Bouncer made of static, shouting about cover bands,
She's laughing behind me, or maybe that's just me.
MAC Cracker. 
