Paroles: Rory Gallagher. Defender. No Peace For The Wicked.

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