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…
CHORUS: 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 will 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
CHORUS: 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… But he trusted his crowd, so he spoke right out loud And they lost the best friend they had
CHORUS
On the thirty-first floor, a gold-plated door Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain.
