Sin City

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 Oh, and Satan is waiting his turn Well, 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 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 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 Yeah on the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain