D                   A7         D7         G
This old town's, filled with sin, it'll swallow you in,
          D                   A7 
if you've got, some money to burn,
          D          A7              D7             G
Take it home, right away, you've got three years to pay
    D          A7         D     D7
but satan. is waiting his turn

[Chorus]
            G               A7               D        
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse,
   G               D            A7
it seems like this whole town's insane.
       G            A7
On the thirty-first floor,
  D7           G           D
A gold plated door, won't keep out,
    A7             D     A7
the lords burning reign.

[Verse 2]
    D           A7            D7      G
The scientists say, It'll all wash away,
       D                A7
But we don't believe any more
            D         A7             D7           G
Cause we've got our recruits and our green mohair suits
   D               A7          D     D7
So please show you I.D. At the door.

[Chorus]
            G               A7               D        D7
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse,
   G               D            A7
it seems like this whole town's insane.
       G            A7
On the thirty-first floor,
  D7           G           D
A gold plated door, won't keep out,
    A7             D     A7
the lords burning reign.

[Verse 3]
  D            A7              D7            G
A friend came around, Tried to clean up this town;
     D                     A7
His ideas made some people mad.
       D           A7           D7              G
But he trusted his crowd, So he spoke right out loud
D                 A7               D   D7
And they lost the best friend they had

[Chorus]
            G               A7               D        D7
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse,
   G               D            A7
it seems like this whole town's insane.
       G            A7
On the thirty-first floor,
  D7           G           D
A gold plated door, won't keep out,
    A7             D     D7
the lords burning reign.

[Outro]
       G            A7         D7          G
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
      D            A7             D
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain