No Peace For The Wicked - Rory Gallagher

No peace for the wicked

No way, no how

If you’ve gone and done it

You gotta pay somehow

No use complaining about the hand that feeds

Now you know that it’s raining

How come you talk to me?

How come you talk to me?

Well, yeah

Well, your friends in high places

Won’t bail you out this time

With all your social graces

It’s like a pantomime

Feeling so uneasy

You can’t tell friend from foe

You’re always looking back to see

Who’s coming through the door

You sold protection

Fed the common fear

Took 'yes' for an answer

You didn’t see the tears

Collecting for the loanshark with the silken fist

Now you’ve crossed the 'company'

With the Judas kiss

They’ve got you on the list, yeah

You’re like a loaded heater

Just about to go off on the street

You need a baby sitter

To pick you up if you can’t stand the heat, yeah

No peace for the wicked

No way, no how

If you’ve gone and done it

You gotta pay somehow

No use complaining about the hand that feeds

Now you know that it’s raining

How come you talk to me?

How come you talk to me?

Yeah

Well, your friends in low places

Have tightened up the screw

They’ve made this town a nightmare

You’re trapped, what can you do?

The quality of mercy

Is really out of reach

Don’t call on the ones you peeled

Practice what you preach