I

was

wal-

kin'

down

the

street

When

out

the

cor-

ner

of

my

eye

I

saw

a pret-

ty

lit-

tle

thing

app-

roach-

ing

me

She

said,

"I

ne-

ver

seen

a

man

Who

looked

so

all

a-

lone.

Oh,

could

you

use

a

lit-

tle

com-

pa-

ny?

And

if

you

pay

the

right

price

Your

even-

ing

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

your-

self?"

She

looked

at

me

and

this

is

what

she

said,

"Oh,

there

ain't

no

rest

for

the

wick-

ed.

Mo-

ney

don't

grow

on

trees.

I

got

bills

to

pay,

I

got

mouths

to

feed,

And

ain't

no-

thing

in

this

world

for

free.

Oh

no,

we

can't

slow

down,

We

can't

hold

back,

Though

you

know

I

wish

I

could.

Oh,

no,

there

ain't

no

rest

for

the

wick-

ed

Un-

til

we

close

our

eyes

for

good."

Not

ev-

en

fif-

teen

mi-

nutes

la-

ter

I'm

still

walk-

in'

down

the

street

When

I

saw

the

sha-

dow

of

a

man

creep out

of sight

And

then

he

swept

up

from

be-

hind

He

put

a

gun

up

to

my

head

He

made

it

clear

he

wasn't

look-

in'

for

a

fight.

He

said,

"Give

me

all

you

got.

I

want

your

mo-

ney

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

got-

ta

ask:

What

made

you

wan-

na

live

this

kind

of

life?"

He

said,

There

ain't

no

rest

for

the

wick-

ed.

Mo-

ney

don't

grow

on

trees.

I

got

bills

to

pay,

I

got

mouths

to

feed,

And

ain't

no-

thing

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

wick-

ed

Un-

til

we

close

our

eyes

for

good."

Well,

now

a

cou-

ple

ho-

urs

passed

And

I

was

sit-

ting

in

my

house

The

day

was

winding

down

and

com-

ing

to

an

end

So

I

turn-

ed

to

the

T-

V

And

flipped

it

o-

ver

to

the

news

And

what

I

saw

I

almost

could-

n't

com-

pre-

hend

I

saw

a

prea-

cher

man

in

cuffs

He'd

ta-

ken

mo-

ney

from

the

church

He'd

stuf-

fed

his

bank

ac-

count

with

righteous

dollar

bills

But

ev-

en

still

I

can't

say

much

Be-

cause

I

know

we're

all

the

same

Oh,

yes

we

all

seek

out

to

sa-

tisfy

those

thrills

You

know

there

ain't

no

rest

for

the

wick-

ed.

Mo-

ney

don't

grow

on

trees.

I

got

bills

to

pay,

I

got

mouths

to

feed,

And

ain't

no-

thing

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

wick-

ed

Un-

til

we

close

our

eyes

for

good."