Nice Guys (don`t Get Paid) Lyrics

Nice Guys (don`t Get Paid) lyrics

Well they packed up their violin cases ??
Hopped in a big black Studebaker,
they were acting pretty scary
No one talked as they synchronized their
watches
And they drove past a train station

The train rolled out with
a passenger car
Filled with retired millionaires and movie stars
??
coats
?? and that would be all she wrote

And the gangsters, cowboys,
gypsies, and freewheelers
Sold out their trades to become drug
dealers
There ain't no money in doing things straight
Your community
thanks you, business is good, and nice guys don't get paid

Outside the
train window fast as he could ride
Was a kid on a horse with a head full of
lies
And the tears of excitement couldn't put out the fire in his
eyes
For the house he was riding to burglarize

All through the house
they were dancing and singing
An extended family with fiddlers and
magicians
A juggler and a chemist who'd invent potion
to pacify all the
killers and rapist

The chemist died in the burglary and they sold the
prescription
For a case of cheap red wine to a traveling salesman
In a
three-wheeled jalopy; he bought and sold potions
To the city that looked
over the ocean

And he sold the last drop, it was big with the rich
kids
And soon the city would be crawling with addicts
And back rooms,
dark allies, basements and attics
(When?) a fly is trapped in a spider's web
(but a bat's got the spider?)

And no one knows what's going on
But
you've gotta show up for yourself at the end of the day
And nice guys don't
get paid
Nice guys don't get paid

Now all the hopeless romantics are
wearing white collars
(Upstanding assassins?) cleaning filthy
dollars
Car-jacking fanatics who kill for religion
In a city full of
addicts and color television