So the other day I met the guy who makes all that crap on-line
I told him you can have my cash
But first you know I've got to ask
What made you want to live this kind of life?
He said there ain't no rest for the wicked, money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed; ain't nothing in this world for free
I know I can't slow down
I can't hold back though you know I wish I could
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close the shop for good...