Rory Gallagher - No Peace For The Wicked Lyrics
NO PEACE FOR THE WICKEDNo peace for the wickedNo way, no how If you've gone and did itYou gotta pay somehowNo use complaining'Bout the hand that feedsNow you know it's rainingHow come you talk to meHow come you talk to me,Well your friends in high placesWon't bail you out this timeWith all your social graceIt's like a pantomimeFeeling so uneasyYou can't tell friend from foeYour always looking backTo see who's coming through the doorYou're like aloaded heaterJust about to go off the streetYou need a baby-sitterTo pick you up if you can't stand the heatYou sold protectionFed the common fearTook yes for an answerYou didn't see the tearsCollecting from the loanshark