The Sierra Madre
Cloud, cloud move away. Don't bother coming back again another day.
I deal with the damned collars, praying to get away
And then the ghost people with their spears flying every direction
You, cloud are just an addition to my troubles, often causing detection
But I know Vera lies in that casino waiting for her resurrection.
One day my love, I will free you, and we will finish the plan.
Sinclair was such a fool, an idiot, an old man, such a blind man.
Then once we have the fool's treasure, we can go, forever
We can go anywhere, start a new life whenever wherever
But now we must make haste for there is a man even more clever
A man of many words and tales, a man who speaks from the screens, a man of science
This man fights against me with his words, a man of irrationality, a man of noncompliance
But now, I cannot fight back, as I have been forced into this piece of metal
When you move the wrong way, it goes boom, and here arrived a man with a lot of mettle
He has his eyes on the casino, same as us all, but he refuses to settle
Now these men have finally reopened the masterpiece that is the casino
One that, had it opened, would've surpassed all those in Vegas and Reno
It's hard for me to believe it's been so long since I saw you
I know you have long since passed, but I wish to bid adieu
And know, that when I open that vault, oh so long overdue
I will make a toast, stating "Here's to you"