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 'round
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