Oh, she's got a front page face and her heart is made of stone
She came to the city cause she's scared of getting old
Oh, and isn't she something?
But if you knew what was in her head
And if there ain't no rest for the wicked
Then she never goes to bed
'Cause she's got blood on her fingers and she kills for fun
You could try to chase her but she lives for the run
With the devil on her side
She'll be coming, coming for you in the night
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Oh, and he's got a big ol' pocket full of money
He buys pills for his wife and powders for his honey
Oh, and he loves the city, and the city loves her man
And if there ain't no rest for the wicked
Then he will never sleep again
'Cause he's got blood on his fingers and he kills for fun
You could try to take him but I wouldn't do it, son
'Cause the devil's on his side
And he'll be coming, coming for you in the night
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And everybody's so kind to themselves
And everyone's so afraid of anyone else
Oh, London is burning
And we're all gonna burn as one
And if there ain't no rest for the wicked
Then there ain't no rest for us
Cause we've got blood on our fingers and we kill for fun
And we're all here together looking out for number one
The devil's on our side
Cause we'll be coming, coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming
We've got blood on our fingers and we ain't seen the sun
Since we played that summer all his children having fun
And the babies, they cry
Cause we'll be coming, coming for you in the night