Nice Guys (don't Get Paid) Lyrics - And The Horse They Rode In On - Soul Asylum

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 station 

Oh, the train rolled out with a passenger car 

Filled with retired millionaires and movie stars 

[Incomprehensible] coats 

[Incomprehensible] 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 

Juggler and a chemist who 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