Dwight Yoakam, k.d. lang - Sin City lyrics
[Dwight Yoakam, k.d. lang - 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
Oh, and Satan is waiting his turn
Well, the scientists say it'll all wash away
But we don't believe anymore
'Cause we've got our recruit's
In their green mohair suit's
So please, show your ID at the door
This old earthquake's gonna leave
Me in the poorhouse
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
A fool came around tried to
Clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
But he trusted in his crowd
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they ever had
This old earthquake's gonna leave
Me in the poorhouse
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
Yeah on the thirty-first floor
Your 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
Oh, and Satan is waiting his turn
Well, the scientists say it'll all wash away
But we don't believe anymore
'Cause we've got our recruit's
In their green mohair suit's
So please, show your ID at the door
This old earthquake's gonna leave
Me in the poorhouse
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
A fool came around tried to
Clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
But he trusted in his crowd
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they ever had
This old earthquake's gonna leave
Me in the poorhouse
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
Yeah on the thirty-first floor
Your gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain