No peace for the wicked No way, no how If you've gone and done it You gotta pay somehow No use complaining about the hand that feeds Now you know that it's raining How come you talk to me? How come you talk to me? Well, yeah Well, your friends in high places Won't bail you out this time With all your social graces It's like a pantomime Feeling so uneasy You can't tell friend from foe You're always looking back to see Who's coming through the door You sold protection Fed the common fear Took 'yes' for an answer You didn't see the tears Collecting for the loanshark with the silken fist Now you've crossed the 'company' With the Judas kiss They've got you on the list, yeah You're like a loaded heater Just about to go off on the street You need a baby sitter To pick you up if you can't stand the heat, yeah No peace for the wicked No way, no how If you've gone and done it You gotta pay somehow No use complaining about the hand that feeds Now you know that it's raining How come you talk to me? How come you talk to me? Yeah Well, your friends in low places Have tightened up the screw They've made this town a nightmare You're trapped, what can you do? The quality of mercy Is really out of reach Don't call on the ones you peeled Practice what you preach © STRANGE MUSIC LIMITED (PRS); Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com