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!