I'll sleep when I'm dead...

Lyrics to Ain't No Rest For The Wicked :

I was walking down the street,

When out the corner of my eye

I saw a pretty little thing approaching me.

She said "I've never seen a man

Who looks so all alone,

Could you use a little company?

If you can 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 this is what 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,

There ain't nothing in this world for free.

I know 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 fifteen minutes later

I'm still walking down the street,

When I saw a shadow of a man creep out of sight.

And then he sweeps up from behind

And puts a gun up to my head,

He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight.



He said "Give me all you've got

I want your money not your life,

But if you try to make a move I won't think twice."

I go like "You can have my cash

But first you know I got to ask

What made you want to live this kind of life?"



He 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.

I know 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".



Now a couple hours have passed

And I was sitting at 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 stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills.

But even still I can't say much

Because I know we're all the same,

oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills



"Oh, 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.

I know we can't slow down,

We can't hold back,

Though you know, we wish we could.

No there ain't no rest for the wicked,

Until we close our eyes for good"