No Rest for the Wicked (short story)

There ain't no rest for the wicked.
Money don't grow on trees.
They've got bills to pay, they've got mouths to feed.
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
Oh no, they can't slow down, they can't hold back though you know, they wish they could.
Oh no, there ain't no rest for the wicked until they close their eyes for good.

(Based on the song "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" by Cage The Elephant)