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!