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Dwight Yoakam & K. D. Lang
(Graham Parsons/Chris Hillman)

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.

Well, The scientists say it'll all wash away
But we don't believe anymore
'Cause we've got our recruits
In their green mohair suits
So please 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.

--- Instrumental ---

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
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.

On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain...
Dwight Yoakam & K. D. Lang   (Graham Parsons/Chris Hillman)      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.      Well, The scientists say it'll all wash away   But we don't believe anymore   'Cause we've got our recruits   In their green mohair suits   So please 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.      --- Instrumental ---      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   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.      On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door   Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain...
 
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