NO REST FOR THE WICKED Jan. 8/85 Karl Rigelhof

CHORUS:
He's got no morals
He feels no sorrow
For the hungry and weak
For the victims of the street
Hell has only fury
And no rest for the wicked

He's coiled and poised to strike
You'd better run as fast as you can
He's spoiled and get's whatever he likes
Or he'll take it from your hand

His fangs are bared to bite
He'll tear your heart out in a flash
His gang is ready to/(for a) fight
(Then) turn and run away with your cash

His claws are as sharp as (a) knife/knives
Terror walks wherever he is
His law is to take your life/lives
Before you have a chance to get his