So cash in all your chips tonight baby Cause were going out of style. We could leave this city, if only for a while. We'll take this feeling to our graves For every heart we betrayed. No one can know about this. [x2] The only place I'll call home, is my deathbed. I know we're so wrong But it feels so right. And its not a party, If it happens every night. I'm running on empty, Your running out of luck. So lets ditch this city, Before we sober up