So cash in all your chips tonight baby, cuz were going out of style. 
we could leave this city, if only for a while. 
well take this feeling to our graves 
for every heart that we betrayed. 
no one can know about this. 
the only place ill ever call home, is my deathbed. 

i know were so wrong, but it feels so right. 
and its not a party, if it happens every night.  [bad word] on empty, [bad word] out of luck. 
so lets ditch this city, before we sober up