Blood Money

Had to make a trade... wouldn't take it on faith
 top of the line... beg, borrow, steal and a fast escape
 something bout a house of bricks... solitude and a pint of gin
 wait till the bricks are dry, and start all over again
 played for a fool... what can I say? no regrets
 something about finishing school... something that you ain't learned yet
 blood! blood money!
 blood! blood money!
 Rich man drives a Lincoln... lives way uptown
 says that he's been thinking... so he lays his money down
 I got a big ol truck... tape deck, speakers in the back
 take a walk after last call... and work it out on a sneak attack-tack yeah
 played for a fool... what can I say? no regrets
 something about finishing school... something that you ain't learned yet
 blood! blood money!
 blood! blood money!