At the $5.99 buffet
In reno on thanksgiving day
Nobody seemed to care
Why anyone else was there
Me and my buddy jay
Watched bad cover bands play
Got little drinks for free
Kept betting on twenty-three
We got drunk
We got sad
I met a girl who
Said she could save me
She said "i am a hug
I wrap around you and I scrub
You're made of dirt my dear
I scrub until you disappear
That's what absolution means"
She put a dollar in a slot machine
Three triple bars came up we won six
Hundred bucks
We got stoned
We had sex
I dreamt that I was
Evel knievel
Writer(s): Tommy Vinton, Jay Howard Blumenfield, Timothy Bruce Quirk, Sandy Smallens
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