I don't need to make sense I don't try to rhyme 'Cause I've paid my dues Yeah I've done my time I might eat my hat I might lose my case But I won't hide my words Behind a poket face You know that There's no rest, for the weary Brother don't waste my time 'Cause I've already made up my mind There's no rest, for the weary Yesterday was just fine But the future's all I've got time for I'm a wide-eyed fool For the first temptation I'll give up guarantees For a good vibration I'm a rich blasphemer And a poor man's saint 'Cause my feet can't move To where my heart just ain't I don't hold my liquor I don't share my business Don't like to ask permission I'd rather give forgiveness 'Cause I take my cue From a condemed man So I break their rules Whenever I can 'Cause I know I'm living When I feel the strain On the back of my neck On the front of my brain And I can't resist When I hear proclaimed That it can't be done Boy that'll never been changed You know that There's no rest, for the weary There's no rest, for the weary