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This old town is filled with sin,
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Itʼll swallow you in
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If youʼve got some money to burn.
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Take it home right away,
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Youʼve got three years to pay
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But Satan is waiting his turn
Chorus:
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This old earthquakeʼs gonna leave me in the poor house.
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It seems like this whole townʼs insane
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On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
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Wonʼt keep out the Lordʼs burning rain
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The scientists say
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Itʼll all wash away
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But we donʼt believe any more
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Cause weʼve got our recruits
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And our green mohair suits
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So please show you I.D. At the door.
Chorus.
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A friend came around.
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Tried to clean up this town;
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His ideas made some people mad.
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But he trusted his crowd,
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So he spoke right out loud
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And they lost the best friend they had
Chorus.
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On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
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Wonʼt keep out the Lordʼs burning rain
