Nice Guys, Don't Get Paid Lyrics

Well they packed up their violin cases 
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 
The train rolled out with a passenger car 
Filled with retired millionaires and movie stars 
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 
A juggler and a chemist who'd 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