Great Song: “Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked” by Cage The Elephant

Heard this on the radio the other day:

I was walking down the street when out the corner of my eye,
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me.
She said I never seen a man, who looks so all alone,
Could you use a little company?
If you pay the right price, your evening will be nice,
Or you can go and send me on my way,
I said your such a sweet young thing,
Why’d you do this to yourself?
She looked at me and this is what she said.

There ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Money don’t grow on trees,
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed,
There ain’t nothing in this world for free.
I know I can’t slow down,
I can’t hold back though you know I wish I could,
No there ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good.

Not even fifteen minutes later, after walking down the street,
When I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight,
And then he swept up behind, put a gun up to my head,
He made it clear he wasn’t looking for a fight,
He said give me all you’ve got,
I want your money not your life,
If you try to make a move I wont think twice,
I told him you can have my cash,
But first you know I’ve got to ask,
What made you want to live this kind of life?

He said there ain’t no rest for the wicked, money don’t grow on trees,
I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed ain’t nothing in this world for free.
I know 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 wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good.

Now a couple hours past, and I was sitting in my house,
The day was winding down and coming to an end,
So I turned on the TV,
And flipped it over to the news,
And what I saw I almost couldn’t comprehend,
I saw a preacher man in cuffs taking money from the church,
He stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills
But even still I can’t say much cause I know were all the same,
Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills.

You know there ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Money don’t grow on trees,
We got bills to pay we got mouths to feed ain’t nothing in this world for free.
We can’t slow down, we can’t hold back though you know we wish we could.
You no there ain’t no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good.

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About sleepless in turtle island

Hi, I´m Dimitri. I have lived in Turtle Island for awhile now, so my cultural understanding is slowly improving. Also, I can see things in this place that boggle my mind. Thus this blog...
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