Crawling through the streets on his hands and knees
Peter looks around for them bloody keys…
To the tall black gates in front of Sin City
Knowing once he's outside, that's when he'll be free
“In this late hour, where do you run?
They’ll take your vigil, son"
Moving soot and rubble, there appears a man
With yellow teeth in his face and a knife in hand
“Give me what you got" he said, "and i’ll let you live
If not i’ll cut out your tongue and feed it to pigs.”
The street lights dim and broken
Glass in my feet is cutting in
Sin City please let me go
Out into the night, out this time