no peace for the wicked

no peace for the wicked

no way

no how if you've gone and did it

you gotta pay somehow

no use complaining

'bout the hand that feeds

now you know it's raining

how come you talk to me

how come you talk to me

well your friends in high places

won't bail you out this time

with all your social grace

it's like a pantomime

feeling so uneasy

you can't tell friend from foe

your always looking back

to see who's coming through the door

you're like aloaded heater

just about to go off the street

you need a baby-sitter

to pick you up if you can't stand the heat

you sold protection

fed the common fear

took yes for an answer

you didn't see the tears

collecting from the loanshark