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