Vegas Strip Songtext
von The Tragically Hip

You got more attention than cleopatra′s lips
Sucking on a swizzle stick
Black thoughts building millions
Golden pavilions on those desert hips
As far as illumination goes
In the darkest deep Germany looked like Vegas strip
You had more to measure
Than Nebuchadnezzar
Your greatest wish
Was to let the enemy not exist
Night sounds the town of sleep snores
The restless downpours
Through murmurs in the mist
As far as illumination is
May the darkest roots wither you looked like Vegas strip
Narcotic roots wither you lit up like the Vegas strip


When you turn it on turn it on turn it on
You could really turn it on
We could really turn it on
We were supported by the sound of violins
And held in their diaphanous grips
Black dogs sense the foundling
They start surrounding licking their lips
It's like the darkest deep, bon homie up like the Vegas strip
You make all dark intent time
Is spent black dogs on the Vegas strip
You′re like the enterprise
That led the pride black dogs on the Vegas strip
Cuz you can Turn it on turn it on turn it on
Turn it on turn it on turn it on
Turn it on turn it on turn it on
As far as illumination goes