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 k**
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"