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