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 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 anymore   'Cause we've got our recruits and our green mohair suits   So please show your I.D. 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 your gold-plated door   Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain