This old town's 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 poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor, a 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 them anymore
'Cause we've got our recruits
And our green mohair suits
So please show your ID at the door
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor, a gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
He trusted his crowd
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor, a gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
On the thirty-first floor, a gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
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