This old town is filled with sin,
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It'll swallow you in
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If you've got some money to burn.
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(So) Take it home right away,
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You've got three years to pay
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But Satan is waiting his turn.
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This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
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It seems like this whole town's insane.
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On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
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Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
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The scientists say
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It'll all wash away
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But we don't believe any more
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Cause we've got our recruits
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And our green mohair suits
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So please show you ID At the door.
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This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
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It seems like this whole town's insane.
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On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
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Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
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A friend came around.
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Tried to clean up this town.
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His ideas made some people mad.
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Cause he trusted his crowd,
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So he spoke right out loud,
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And they lost the best friend they had.
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This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
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It seems like this whole town's insane.
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On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
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Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
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On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
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Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
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On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
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Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
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Sin City
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| Uncle Tupelo |
