Money don't grow on trees Ain't nothing in this world for free I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed I know I can't slow down I can't hold back though you know I wish I could Until we close our eyes for good" You know there ain't no rest for the

Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked Gonna fly, take my time, strip down to nothing Gonna fly, taken my time, strip down to nothing Walked a fine line, slipped the edge under me Rise above a suicide, taking it out of me Got a feeling, it's going

Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed Oh no, I can't slow down, I

Necrosadistic Warning You will not rest in peace Hordes of the rotting dead surround the villagers Unwary victims mangled and battered Once buried warriors have risen to kill again Signs of their wickedness left for a warning