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!