Bruce Dickinson - Sin City /"Ac/Dc"/

Diamonds and dust Poor man last, rich Mon. first Lambourginis and caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burning feeling Deep inside of me And it's yearning But I'm gonna set it free I'm coming in to his city I'm gonna win in his city Where the Lights Are Bright Through the town tonight I'm gonna win in Sin City Oh, I'm gonna rule you baby Come one, Oh! Ladders and snakes Ladders give, snakes take Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief Is not got a hope in hell, that's my belief Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim They're getting ready, and I'm coming in to get you babe So spin that wheel, roll those dice Cut those load of decks Bring on the dancing girls And put the campaign on ice Wow, come on