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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
And Satan is waiting his turn

The scientists say it'll all wash away
But we don't believe anymore
'Case we've got our recruits
In their green mohair suites
So pleas show your I.D. at the door

Chorus:
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
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

A fool came around tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
But he trusted in his crowd
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they ever had

Chorus:
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
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

On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

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