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

?? coats

?? 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

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