No peace for the wicked No way, no how If you've gone and did it You gotta pay somehow No use complaining 'Bout the hand that feeds Now you know it's raining How come you talk to me How come you talk to me, Well your friends in high places Won't bail you out this time With all your social grace It's like a pantomime Feeling so uneasy You can't tell friend from foe Your always looking back To see who's coming through the door You're like aloaded heater Just about to go off the street You need a baby-sitter To pick you up if you can't stand the heat You sold protection Fed the common fear Took yes for an answer You didn't see the tears Collecting from the loansharkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
