歌词
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!
