This old town is filled with sin, it'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away, you've got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty first floor your gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
The scientists say it'll all wash away
But we don't believe any more
'Cause we've got our recruits and our green mohair suits
So please show your ID at the door
A friend came around, tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
But he trusted his crowd so he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had
On the thirty first floor your gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

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