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Sin CityThis old town is filled with sin, it will swallow you inIf 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 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 burnin' rain The scientists say, it will all wash away But we don't believe any more So we 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 burnin' rain A friend came around, tried to clean up this town And 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 burnin' rain On the thirty first floor, a gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burnin' rain |