They used to call it Sin City now it’s gone way past that. Painting the town and then burning it down now even that’s old hat. Now there’s a choir of angels at the fall of Rome singing “Ave Maria” or “Home Sweet Home”
[Chorus:] It’s just a heathen town I hear only evil as my tongue is tightened. I used to be god-fearing now I’m so frightened ’cause the devil will drag you under by the sharp tailfin of your checkered cab And I can’t sit down, I’m going overboard in this heathen town.
It starts as a flirtation and ends up as an expensive habit. With one eye on her place in debtor’s prison And the other on a girl dressed as a rabbit. Now you can live forever endure fits and starts The only stake you cannot raise Is the one driven through your heart.