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This old town is filled with sin it'll swallow you in |
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If you've got some money to burn take it home right away |
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Because you've got three years to pay |
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And Satan is waiting his turn |
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Well the scientists say it'll all wash away |
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But we don't believe anymore |
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'Cause we've got our recruits |
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In their green Mohair suits |
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So please show your I.D. at the door |
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This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse |
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It seems like this whole town's insane |
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That on the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door |
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Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain |
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A fool came around tried to clean up this town |
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His ideas made some people mad |
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But he trusted in his crowd so he spoke right out loud |
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And they lost the best friend they ever had |
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This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse |
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It seems like this whole town's insane |
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That on the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door |
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Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain |
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That on the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door |
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Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain |