Aint No Rest for the Wicked was inspired by an encounter that lead singer Matt Shultz had with a beggar at a bus stop, who asked for money and then shared a hard life story -- highlighting that evil is driven by the need for survival.
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I was walking down the street,
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When out the corner of my eye
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I saw a pretty little thing approaching me.
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She said "I've never seen a man
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Who looks so all alone,
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Could you use a little company?
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If you pay the right price
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Your evening will be nice,
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And you can go and send me on my way."
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I said "You're such a sweet young thing
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Why you do this to yourself?"
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She looked at me and this is what she said,
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"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked,
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Money don't grow on trees.
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I got bills to pay,
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I got mouths to feed,
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There ain't nothing in this world for free.
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I know I can't slow down,
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I can't hold back,
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Though you know, I wish I could.
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No there ain't no rest for the wicked,
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Until we close our eyes for good".
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Not even fifteen minutes later
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I'm still walking down the street,
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When I saw a shadow of a man creep out of sight.
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Then he walks up from behind
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And puts a gun up to my head,
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He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight.
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He said "Give me all you've got
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I want your money not your life,
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But if you try to make a move I won't think twice."
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I said "You can have my cash
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But first you know I got to ask
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What made you want to live this kind of life?"
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He said "There ain't no rest for the wicked,
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Money don't grow on trees.
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I got bills to pay,
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I got mouths to feed,
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There ain't nothing in this world for free.
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I know I can't slow down,
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I can't hold back,
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Though you know, I wish I could.
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No there ain't no rest for the wicked,
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Until we close our eyes for good".
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Now a couple hours passed
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And I was sitting at my house,
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The day was winding down and coming to an end.
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So I turned on the TV
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And flipped it over to the news,
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And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend.
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I saw a preacher man in cuffs, he'd taken money from the church,
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He'd stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills.