Beck, Emmylou Harris - Sin City lyrics
Emmylou Harris [Birmingham, Alabama, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Beck, Emmylou Harris - Sin City lyrics]
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 recruit's
And our green mohair suit's
So please show your ID 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
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 recruit's
And our green mohair suit's
So please show your ID 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