Nice Guys (don't Get Paid) Lyrics

Well they packed up their violin cases [Incomprehensible]
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

Oh, the train rolled out with a pa*senger car
Filled with retired millionaires and movie stars
[Incomprehensible] coats
[Incomprehensible] 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
Juggler and a chemist who 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 a*sa*sins cleaning filthy dollars
Car-jacking fanatics who kill for religion
In a city full of addicts and color television