This old town's filled with sin it will swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home, right away we've got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn.

The scientists say it will all wash away
But we don't believe anymore
Cause we've got our recruits and our green mohair suits
So please show your I.D. at the door.

   This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
   It feels like this whole town's insane
   On the thirty first 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
But he trusted his crowd, so he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had.