Sin City

Sin City
I met my bride in a Cutlass Supreme
She said, "I'll give you the ride
but it ain't comin' for free"
The slot machine coming up 666
With the queen of the damned saying love don't exist

Sin city, no pity
You wanna take my soul
(Why you wanna make a fool out of me?)
Sin city, it ain't pretty
Don't you wanna go?
(Why you wanna make a fool out of me?)
Swan dive in a cloud of smoke
While your ego's on fire
and your windshield is broke
Raining dollar bills in a velvet room
Like a white cat dancing on Siegfried's tomb
Sin city, no pity
You wanna take my soul
(Why you wanna make a fool out of me?)
Sin city, it ain't pretty
Don't you wanna go?
(Why you wanna make a fool out of me?)
S-I-N, C-I-T
Why you wanna make a fool out of me?
S-I-N, baby, C-I-T
Why you wanna makе a fool out of me?
(Why you wanna make a fool out of me?)
(Why you wanna makе a fool out of me?)
Sin city, so pretty
Never let me go
(Why you wanna make a fool out of me?)
Sin city, it ain't easy
Being sleazy, no
(Why you wanna make a fool out of me?)
En 'Sin City' de The Black Keys, la narrativa se desarrolla con una vibra misteriosa y seductora. La letra nos sumerge en un escenario oscuro y tentador, donde se entrelazan elementos de amor, deseo y la sombra del pecado...