If I stood Sin City on it's side
A towering right-hook of lights about ten miles high
And you can fear not
Cause my entire face hurts
A swollen jaw and blood on my shirt
From the fat-lip that this dry air provides
But, who is taking sides?
A one-hundred-and-twenty hour alcohol party
In a blur of business cards and catalogs
Getting started
And no one's been pronouncing my name right
No one's been saying my name right
Making my waiting more urgent for a new home
And a four hour red-eye flight
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been pronouncing my name right
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been pronouncing my name right
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been pronouncing my name right
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been saying my name right
No one's been pronouncing my name right
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