Lyrics:

(You wanna... you know it... you wanna...)I was walking down the streetWhen out the corner of my eyeI saw a pretty little thing approachin'' meShe said, ''I never seen a manWho looked so all aloneCould you use a little company?''''If you pay the right priceYour evening will be niceAnd you can go and send me on my way''I said, ''You''re such a sweet young thingWhy you do this to yourself?''She looked at me and this is what she said''Oh, there ain''t no rest for the wickedMoney don''t grow on treesI got bills to pay, I got mouths to feedThere ain''t nothing in this world for free''''I know I can''t slow down, I can''t hold backThough you know, I wish I couldOh no, there ain''t no rest for the wickedUntil we close our eyes for good''Not even fifteen minutes laterI''m still walking down the streetWhen I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sightAnd then he swept up from behindHe put a gun up to my headHe made it clear he wasn''t looking for a fightHe said, ''Give me all you''ve gotI want your money, not your lifeBut if you try to make a move I won''t think twice''I told him, ''You can have my cashBut first you know I got to askWhat made you want to live this kind of life?''He said, ''There ain''t no rest for the wickedMoney don''t grow on treesI got bills to pay, I got mouths to feedThere ain''t nothing in this world for free''''I know I can''t slow down, I can''t hold backThough you know, I wish I couldOh no, there ain''t no rest for the wickedUntil we close our eyes for good''Yeah(You know it... you wanna... you know it... you wanna...)Well now a couple hours passedAnd I was sitting at my houseThe day was winding down and coming to an endAn'' so I turned on the TVAnd flipped it over to the newsAnd what I saw, I almost couldn''t comprehendI saw a preacher man in cuffsHe''d taken money from the churchHe''d stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar billsBut even still, I can''t say muchBecause I know we''re all the sameOh yes, we all seek out to satisfy those thrillsYou know there ain''t no rest for the wickedMoney don''t grow on treesWe got bills to pay, we got mouths to feedThere ain''t nothing in this world for freeI know we can''t slow down, we can''t hold backThough you know, we wish we couldOh no, there ain''t no rest for the wickedUntil we close our eyes for good