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Nice Guys (Don't Get Paid)

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 stationOh, the train rolled out with a passenger car

Filled with retired millionaires and movie stars

[Incomprehensible] coats

[Incomprehensible] and that would be all, she wroteAnd 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 paidOutside 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 burglarizeAll 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 rapistThe 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 oceanAnd 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 spiderAnd 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 paidNow all the hopeless romantics are wearing white collars

Upstanding assassins cleaning filthy dollars

Car-jacking fanatics who kill for religion

In a city full of addicts and color television

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