AB/CD(1987) - Blood Money | Текст песни

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• AB/CD(1987)
• Blood Money

Hello music lovers
You've never heard anything better have ya
Oh no, I don't think so
Come on, go
Come on, shake your legs
Go, come on

Your dirty deeds is not what I need
I need a life, I need total control
Manipulation everywhere
It's tearin' down my heart and my soul

I don't want the kids to grow up
In a down-town slum neighborhood
Drugs and abuse, that's not what we choose
Instead we're gonna make you pay, okay

Blood money, you sell us short
Blood money, we'll see you in court
Blood money, you're gonna loose everything
Blood money, spectators, the day that you hang

If I want myself a fancy car
There's other ways to get it than dealing with drugs
We're gonna rise our left foot up
And push it down and crash you like a bug

We know exactly the place where you live
Nighttime visitors comin' for you
Under the gun, beggin' for mercy
You ain't superman when the bullets get to you

I don't want the kids to grow up
In a down-town slum neighborhood
Drugs and abuse, that's not what we choose
Instead we're gonna make you pay, okay

Blood money, you sell us short
Blood money, we'll see you in court
Blood money, you're gonna loose everything
Blood money, spectators, the day that you hang

Blood money, you sell us short
Blood money, we'll see you in court
Blood money, you're gonna loose everything
Blood money, spectators, the day that you hang

Blood, blood, blood, blood

(-Solo-)

Blood money, you sell us short
Blood money, we'll see you in court
Blood money, you're gonna loose everything
Blood money, spectators, the day that you hang

Blood money, you sell us short
Blood money, we'll see you in court
Blood money, you're gonna loose everything
Blood money, spectators, the day that you hang

Blood, blood, blood, blood, yeah
Blood money

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