A pyramid, a tower, a fountain, oh my! I'm a city that may bring a tear to your eye. A garden of neon where the lucky can win, Pull the lever, take a chance in this city of sin.

though it may be melodious and great, when you hear my voice you know you've been deceived, So your joy may turn to hate, when it's false news you have recieved,

I am the life of the party even though I have nothing inside of me but space.

I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the scourge that pecks at... your nightmares. I am the ten dollar service charge on all returned checks!

I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played. I can be a weapon, or a tool. I can be both wise and cruel.