Beck — Sin City

This old town is filled with sin It'll swallow you in If you've got some money to burn Take it home right away You've got three years to pay But Satan is waiting his turn This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house It seems like this whole town's insane On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain The scientists say It will all wash away But we don't believe it any more '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 poor house It seems 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 Yet he trusted his crowd So he spoke right out loud But they lost the best friend they had This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house It seems like this whole town's insane On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain On the thirty-first floor, a gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain