Nice Guys (Don't Get Paid) Lyrics

Song	Nice Guys (Don't Get Paid)
Artist	Soul Asylum
Album	And the Horse They Rode in On
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	作词 : Pirner
	Well they packed up their violin cases ??
	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 station
	The train rolled out with a passenger car
	Filled with retired millionaires and movie stars
	?? coats
	?? and that would be all she wrote
	And 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 paid
	Outside 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 burglarize
	All through the house they were dancing and singing
	An extended family with fiddlers and magicians
	A juggler and a chemist who'd invent potion
	To pacify all the killers and rapist
	The 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 ocean
	And 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 spider?)
	And 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 paid
	Now 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

	zuo ci : Pirner
	Well they packed up their violin cases ??
	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 station
	The train rolled out with a passenger car
	Filled with retired millionaires and movie stars
	?? coats
	?? and that would be all she wrote
	And 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 paid
	Outside 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 burglarize
	All through the house they were dancing and singing
	An extended family with fiddlers and magicians
	A juggler and a chemist who' d invent potion
	To pacify all the killers and rapist
	The chemist died in the burglary and they sold the prescription
	For a case of cheap red wine to a traveling salesman
	In a threewheeled jalopy he bought and sold potions
	To the city that looked over the ocean
	And 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 spider?
	And 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 paid
	Now all the hopeless romantics are wearing white collars
	upstanding assassins? cleaning filthy dollars
	Carjacking fanatics who kill for religion
	In a city full of addicts and color television

	zuò cí : Pirner
	Well they packed up their violin cases ??
	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 station
	The train rolled out with a passenger car
	Filled with retired millionaires and movie stars
	?? coats
	?? and that would be all she wrote
	And 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 paid
	Outside 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 burglarize
	All through the house they were dancing and singing
	An extended family with fiddlers and magicians
	A juggler and a chemist who' d invent potion
	To pacify all the killers and rapist
	The chemist died in the burglary and they sold the prescription
	For a case of cheap red wine to a traveling salesman
	In a threewheeled jalopy he bought and sold potions
	To the city that looked over the ocean
	And 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 spider?
	And 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 paid
	Now all the hopeless romantics are wearing white collars
	upstanding assassins? cleaning filthy dollars
	Carjacking fanatics who kill for religion
	In a city full of addicts and color television

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