I caught a ride on a bad bet, baby, going fast as I could go
I sold my soul to see what's going on below
Where the people speak in fine print, and they're not afraid to kill
And they only know your face by the one on the side of a dollar bill
Take, take it all
You're a femme fatale
And I'm dying just to hear you say my name
Fortune and fame
Are we to blame when every suit and tie lies without saying a word?
Pride and envy, lust and greed
Sometimes it just feels best to bleed
When you're out on your own
And you're never going home
You know I fell for the promise of the good life
Printed on the front of a magazine
And the bright lights burned in my eyes
Until all I saw was green
Now the men who deal in blood-red ink are knocking at my door
Saying "You don't know just what you've got until you've got a little more"