| No peace for the wicked
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| No way, no how
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| If you’ve gone and done it
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| You gotta pay somehow
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| No use complaining about the hand that feeds
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| Now you know that it’s raining
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| How come you talk to me?
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| How come you talk to me?
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| Well, yeah
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| Well, your friends in high places
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| Won’t bail you out this time
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| With all your social graces
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| It’s like a pantomime
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| Feeling so uneasy
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| You can’t tell friend from foe
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| You’re always looking back to see
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| Who’s coming through the door
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| You sold protection
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| Fed the common fear
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| Took 'yes' for an answer
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| You didn’t see the tears
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| Collecting for the loanshark with the silken fist
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| Now you’ve crossed the 'company'
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| With the Judas kiss
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| They’ve got you on the list, yeah
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| You’re like a loaded heater
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| Just about to go off on the street
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| You need a baby sitter
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| To pick you up if you can’t stand the heat, yeah
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| No peace for the wicked
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| No way, no how
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| If you’ve gone and done it
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| You gotta pay somehow
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| No use complaining about the hand that feeds
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| Now you know that it’s raining
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| How come you talk to me?
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| How come you talk to me?
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| Yeah
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| Well, your friends in low places
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| Have tightened up the screw
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| They’ve made this town a nightmare
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| You’re trapped, what can you do?
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| The quality of mercy
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| Is really out of reach
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| Don’t call on the ones you peeled
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| Practice what you preach |