Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox
Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked
Well I was walking 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
Well could you use a little company?"

"If you pay the right price
Your evening will be nice
Sir, you can go and send me on my way"

You said, "You're such a sweet young thing
Oh why you do this to yourself?"
She looked at me and this is what she said

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 there 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
Because there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good"
Fifteen minutes later
After walking down the street
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've 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 know 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
And there 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
You know there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good"
[Instrumental]

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

An' 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
Taken money from the church
He had a bank account with righteous dollar bills

But even still, I can't say much
Cause I know we're all the same
Oh yeah, we all seek out to satisfy those thrills

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

No I can't slow down, I can't hold back
Though you know, I wish I could
You know, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good
You know, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good
For good