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

But Satan is waiting his turn

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house

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

The scientists say

It'll all wash away

But we don't believe any more

Cause we've got our recruits

And our green mohair suits

So please show you ID At the door

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

On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door

Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain