Текст песни Soul Asylum - Nice Guys
Soul Asylum - Nice Guys слова песни
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 stationThe train rolled out with a passenger carFilled with retired millionaires and movie stars? ? coats? ? and that would be all she wroteAnd the gangsters, cowboys, gypsies, and freewheelersSold out their trades to become drug dealersThere aint no money in doing things straightYour community thanks you, business is good, and nice guys dont get paidOutside the train window fast as he could rideWas a kid on a horse with a head full of liesAnd the tears of excitement couldnt put out the fire in his eyesFor the house he was riding to burglarizeAll through the house they were dancing and singingAn extended family with fiddlers and magiciansA juggler and a chemist whod invent potionTo pacify all the killers and rapistThe 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 oceanAnd 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 spiders web (but a bats got the spider? )And no one knows whats going onBut youve gotta show up for yourself at the end of the dayAnd nice guys dont get paidNice guys dont get paidNow 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