So cash in all your chips tonight baby, cuz we're going out of style We could leave this city, if only for a while We'll take this feeling to our graves For every heart that we betrayed No one can know about this The only place I'll ever call home, is my deathbed I know were so wrong, but it feels so right And it's not a party, if it happens every night I'm running on empty, you're running out of luck So lets ditch this city, before we sober up