Seventh Celestia Classy Bars
A doorman stands immaculate,
And just in front some boys in suits make threats
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The drinks go round, the talk begins,
At Baccarat, the house it wins,
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Our eyes are cold - our hearts are black with
Morals sold - there's no going back,
Our lives are yours - it's all we lack,
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In other rooms with thicker walls,
the girls come in and a silence falls,
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The cruelty's fine 'cause money talks,
The threats are there as the waiter walks,
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It may be fair if you're in the clique,
The roulette spins - it's no that unique,
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A gun rang out, the dash outside,
And on the grass a patron lies
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Our eyes...
No questions asked - it's all discreet,
Whatever you want - whatever you seek
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We're all friends here, he shakes a fist,
I look ahead at what I've missed
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