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 your gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain The scientists say It'll all wash away But we don't believe any more Cause we've got our recruits And our green mohair suits So please show you ID At the door. 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 On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain