| Song | Nice Guys (Don't Get Paid) |
| Artist | Soul Asylum |
| Album | And the Horse They Rode in On |
| 作词 : Pirner | |
| 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 fanatics who kill for religion | |
| In a city full of addicts and color television |
| zuò cí : Pirner | |
| 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 threewheeled 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 | |
| Carjacking fanatics who kill for religion | |
| In a city full of addicts and color television |