F# C#7
This old town is filled with sin,
F#7 B
Itʼll swallow you in
F# C#7
If youʼve got some money to burn.
F# C#7
Take it home right away,
F#7 B
Youʼve got three years to pay
F# C#7 F#
But Satan is waiting his turn
Chorus:
B C#7 F# F#7
This old earthquakeʼs gonna leave me in the poor house.
B F# C#7
It seems like this whole townʼs insane
B C#7 F#7 B
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
F# C#7 F#
Wonʼt keep out the Lordʼs burning rain
F# C#7
The scientists say
F#7 B
Itʼll all wash away
F# C#7
But we donʼt believe any more
F# C#7
Cause weʼve got our recruits
F#7 B
And our green mohair suits
F# C#7 F# F#7
So please show you I.D. At the door.
Chorus.
F# C#7
A friend came around.
F#7 B
Tried to clean up this town;
F# F#7 C#7
His ideas made some people mad.
F# C#7
But he trusted his crowd,
F#7 B
So he spoke right out loud
F# C#7 F#
And they lost the best friend they had
Chorus.
B C#7 F#7 B
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
F# C#7 F#
Wonʼt keep out the Lordʼs burning rain
