-------------------------------------------Verse1: This old in If burn. Take it pay, But Chorus: This old poorhouse; It sane. On the door Won't rain. Verse2: 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. (Chorus) Verse3: The scientists say it'll all wash away, But we don't believe anymore, 'Cause we've got our recruits and our green mohair suits; So please show your ID at the door. (Chorus)