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This old town's filled with sinIt'll swallow you inIf you've got some money to burnTake it home right awayYou've got three years to payAnd Satan is waiting his turnThis old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor houseIt seems like this whole town's insaneOn the 31st floor, a gold plated doorWon't keep out the Lord's burning rainThe scientists sayIt'll all wash awayBut we don't believe any more'Cos we got our recruitsAnd our green mohair suitsSo please show your ID at the doorA friend came aroundTried to clean up this townHis ideas made some people madBut he trusted his crowdSo he spoke right out loudAnd they lost the best friend they had From Letras Mania