Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked

Lyrics

[Intro] He says now— I say now— He's got a— [Verse 1] Well, I was walking down the street when out the corner of my eye I see this puny little thing skulk into sight And so I creep up from behind and put a gun up to his head I make it clear that I'm not looking for a fight I say "Give me all you got, I want your money, not your life But if you try to make a move, I won't think twice" He says now, "You can have my cash but first, you know I gotta ask What made you wanna live this kind of life?" [Chorus] I said, "There ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh, no I can't slow down, I can't hold back Though you know I wish I could Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyеs for good" [Verse 2] Not even fifteen minutes latеr, I'm still walking down the street When I hear those rotten reds and blues begin to wail And so I bust into the truck stop so conveniently near As the cashier realizes he ain't making a sale I say now, "I won't say this twice, so listen up and listen well You make one sound, signal or motion and I shoot No, I ain't cashing out just yet, but if I've placed a losing bet Then God damn it, man, you better bet you're coming too" [Chorus] Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh, no I can't slow down, I can't hold back Though you know I wish I could Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good Yeah! [Bridge] Now, the cops ask the cashier if he's seen anyone odd And without missing one damn beat, he nods and sighs He says, "Yes, indeed I have, he's sitting underneath the till He's got a pistol pointed right between my eyes" And I admit, I sat there shocked I couldn't believe what I'd just heard And by the time I came back to, my hands were tied The police read me my rights while I sat blinded by their lights But all I could hear was that cashier's voice of spite With a smoke in his left hand and my pistol in his right He said, "There ain't no rest for the wicked That much, I know, you see But if you choose to use that pathetic excuse Then you'll get no sympathy from me You know, we're all kicked down We're all fucked up And one day, you know we'll all die Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked But that ain't where our difference lies" Yeah! [Chorus] You know there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees We got bills to pay, we got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh, no we can't slow down, we can't hold back Though you know we wish we could Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good