This old town filled with sin it will swallow you in

If you have some money to burn

Take it home right away you got three years to pay

But satan is waiting his turn



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This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house

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



The scientists say it will all wash away







But we don't believe anymore

'cause we've got our recruits and our green mohair suits

So please show our id at the door



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A man 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



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