Rest for the Wicked Lyrics

Under sheets of metal sky

That blood you in

Armed against the cold

With cemetery skin

You crackle and you strain as the cockerel crows

Button up the lines of your overcoat

There’s little or no rest for the wicked

I heard the truth so I’m gonna use it

Batten them down

Padlock the latches

There’s little or no rest for the wicked

Aching with intent

Breaking from relief

Staking out a yellow shore

To catch a rotten thief

In between the markers where the undercurrent flows

There’s overwhelming beauty in an overdose

There’s little or no rest for the wicked

I heard the truth so I’m gonna use it

Batten them down

Padlock the latches

There’s little or no rest for the wicked

Shimmering with secrets

In the guise of an underling

Ready for your breakfast

With a brother of the king

Rapping solid knuckles on a puckered wooden bench

Picking out a rhythm for the prince’s head

There’s little or no rest for the wicked

I heard the truth so I’m gonna use it

Batten them down

Padlock the latches

There’s little or no rest for the wicked