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Ain't No Rest for the Wicked - Lyrics

I was walkin' down the street
When out the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me
She said, "I never seen a man
Who looked so all alone
Oh could you use a little company?
And if you pay the right price
Your evening will be nice
And you can go and send me on my way."
I said, "You're such a sweet young thing
Why you do this to yourself?"
She looked at me and she said
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
And ain't nothing in this world for free
No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

Not even 15 minutes later
I'm still walkin' down the street
When I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight
And then he swept up from behind
He put a gun up to my head

He made it clear he wasn't lookin' for a fight

He said, "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."
I told him, "You can have my cash
But first you know I gotta ask
What made you wanna live this kind of life?"
He said
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
And ain't nothing in this world for free
No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could

No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

Well now a couple hours passes
And I was sitting in my house
The day was winding down and coming to an end

So I turned on the TV
And flipped it over to the news
And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend

I saw a preacher man in cuffs
He'd taken money from the church
He'd stuff his band account with righteous dollar bills
But I can't say much
Because I know we're all the same
We all need to satisfy those thrills

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