This old town is filled with sin    It will 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    The scientists say    It will 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 I.D. at the door       This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house    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    But 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 poor house    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