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
 The scientists say it'll all wash away
 But we don't believe anymore
 'Cause we've got our recruits
 In their 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 your gold-plated door
 Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
 A fool came around tried to clean up this town
 His ideas made some people mad
 But he trusted in his crowd
 So he spoke right out loud
 And they lost the best friend they ever had
 Chorus
 On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door
 Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain