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This old town is filled with sin, it will swallow you in |
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If you've got some money to burn, take it home right away |
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You've got three years to pay, but Satan is waiting his turn |
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This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house |
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It seems like this whole town's insane |
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On the thirty first floor, a gold plated door |
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Won't keep out the Lord's burnin' rain |
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The scientists say, it will all wash away |
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But we don't believe any more, so we got our recruits |
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And our green Mohair suits, so please show your I.D. at the door |
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This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house |
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It seems like this whole town's insane |
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On the thirty first floor, a gold plated door |
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Won't keep out the Lord's burnin' rain |
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A friend came around, tried to clean up this town |
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And his ideas made some people mad |
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But he trusted his crowd, so he spoke right out loud |
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And they lost the best friend they had |
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This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house |
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It seems like this whole town's insane |
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On the thirty first floor, a gold plated door |
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Won't keep out the Lord's burnin' rain |
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On the thirty first floor, a gold plated door |
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Won't keep out the Lord's burnin' rain |
