Lirik Lagu Nice Guys (Don't Get Paid) - Soul Asylum
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Well they packed up their violin cases ??Hopped in a big black Studebaker, they were acting pretty scaryNo one talked as they synchronized their watchesAnd they drove past a train station
The train rolled out with a passenger carFilled with retired millionaires and movie stars?? coats?? and that would be all she wrote
And the gangsters, cowboys, gypsies, and freewheelersSold out their trades to become drug dealersThere ain't no money in doing things straightYour community thanks you, business is good, and nice guys don't get paid
Outside the train window fast as he could rideWas a kid on a horse with a head full of liesAnd the tears of excitement couldn't put out the fire in his eyesFor the house he was riding to burglarize
All through the house they were dancing and singingAn extended family with fiddlers and magiciansA juggler and a chemist who'd invent potionto pacify all the killers and rapist
The chemist died in the burglary and they sold the prescriptionFor a case of cheap red wine to a traveling salesmanIn a three-wheeled jalopy; he bought and sold potionsTo the city that looked over the ocean
And he sold the last drop, it was big with the rich kidsAnd soon the city would be crawling with addictsAnd 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 onBut you've gotta show up for yourself at the end of the dayAnd nice guys don't get paidNice guys don't get paid
Now all the hopeless romantics are wearing white collars(Upstanding assassins?) cleaning filthy dollarsCar-jacking fanatics who kill for religionIn a city full of addicts and color television
The train rolled out with a passenger carFilled with retired millionaires and movie stars?? coats?? and that would be all she wrote
And the gangsters, cowboys, gypsies, and freewheelersSold out their trades to become drug dealersThere ain't no money in doing things straightYour community thanks you, business is good, and nice guys don't get paid
Outside the train window fast as he could rideWas a kid on a horse with a head full of liesAnd the tears of excitement couldn't put out the fire in his eyesFor the house he was riding to burglarize
All through the house they were dancing and singingAn extended family with fiddlers and magiciansA juggler and a chemist who'd invent potionto pacify all the killers and rapist
The chemist died in the burglary and they sold the prescriptionFor a case of cheap red wine to a traveling salesmanIn a three-wheeled jalopy; he bought and sold potionsTo the city that looked over the ocean
And he sold the last drop, it was big with the rich kidsAnd soon the city would be crawling with addictsAnd 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 onBut you've gotta show up for yourself at the end of the dayAnd nice guys don't get paidNice guys don't get paid
Now all the hopeless romantics are wearing white collars(Upstanding assassins?) cleaning filthy dollarsCar-jacking fanatics who kill for religionIn a city full of addicts and color television
