This old town is filled with in, it will 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 poorhouse It seems like this whole town's insane On the 31st floor, a 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 it anymore 'Cause we've got our recruits and our green mohair suits So please show your ID at the door This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse It seems like this whole town's insane On the 31st floor, a gold-plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain A friend came around, tried to clean up this town His ideas made some people mad Yet he trusted his crowd, so he spoke right out aloud But they lost the best friend they had This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse It seems like this whole town's insane On the 31st floor, a gold-plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain On the 31st floor, a gold-plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain