Nice Guys (Don't Get Paid) - Live

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 fanatic