Story Behind The Song

Influenced by a number of stories on the news, but with a twist. This song takes place after the deed is done, and the perpetrator is on death row awaiting the electric chair. The Devil arrives with a taunting message.

Song Description

The Devil talking to a guy on death row for a murder commited while under the influence of a beautiful woman.

Lyrics

No Rest For The Wicked
Lyrics and music c. Steve Waddington

No Rest For The Wicked, there's no sleep for the Damned
And you ask yourself over and over again how it all got so far out of hand
And she says that she'll come and she'll save you from this
And she's holding the keys in her hand
And she stops and she laughs and she gives you a look
But its something you don't understand (no, you don't understand...)

No Rest For The Wicked, there's no respect for the dead
And you curse all the nights spent together, when you got in way over your head
And if she'd only stop for a moment or two
Well, you'd have both your hands on her neck
And if they should ask, you would offer a tale
Without even a trace of regret

I could have told you, but I chose not to
Just find out for yourself, you can trust noone else

No Rest For The Wicked, there's no escape from this place
If you had your whole life to live over again, well, you'd still make that one same mistake
There's a clock and a cross and they're both winding down
'Til you get to the end of the line
And a switch and a spark and a small puff of smoke
And a moment is frozen in time (it's frozen in time...)

Eternity's mine...eternity's mine
There's No Rest For The Wicked...