Sin City

This old towns filled with sin
Itll swallow you in
If youve got some money to burn
Take it home right away
Youve got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn
This old earthquakes gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole towns insane
On the thirty-first floor, a gold-plated door
Wont keep out the Lords burning rain
The scientists say
Itll all wash away
But we dont believe them anymore
Cause weve got our recruits
And our green mohair suits
So please show your ID at the door

This old earthquakes gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole towns insane

On the thirty-first floor, a gold-plated door
Wont keep out the Lords burning rain

A friend came around
Tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
He trusted his crowd
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had
This old earthquakes gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole towns insane
On the thirty-first floor, a gold-plated door
Wont keep out the Lords burning rain
On the thirty-first floor, a gold-plated door
Wont keep out the Lords burning rain