Ain't No Rest for the Wicked Songtext
von Chonny Jash

He says that
I say now
He′s got a -

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?"

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 eyes for good"


Not even 15 minutes later, 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 realises 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

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"

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 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

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