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