This old town is filled with sin
It will 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

The scientists say
It will all wash away
But we don't believe 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
But he trusted his crowd
So he spoke right out loud
And 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

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Writer(s): CHE SMITH, CYDEL CHARLES YOUNG, ERIKA TATIANA KARHONDA HAMILTON, JOSEPH III YOUNG, MALIK YUSEF EL SHABA JONES, TEYANA MESHAY TAYLOR, THOMAS BROWN, TRAVIS SCOTT, VICTORIA MONET MCCANTS