Тексты песни «Blood Money»

(Myles Goodwyn) Published by Northern Goody Two Tunes, Ltd./CAPAC - ASCAP No one can say, that crime doesn't pay, that never is true It's supply and demand, with blood on your hands, nighmares come true It's in all...

Hey Patty Garrett that's what I used to call you They tell me you want me but I hear they've got you They made you a lawman with a badge made of silver They paid you some money to sell them my soul But you say this...

J. Bon Jovi Hey Patty Garrett that's what I used to call you They tell me you want me but I hear they've got you They made you a lawman with a badge made of silver They paid you some money to sell them my blood But...

J. Bon Jovi Hey Patty Garrett that's what I used to call you They tell me you want me but I hear they've got you They made you a lawman with a badge made of silver They paid you some money to sell them my blood...

Set sail to the Carribean Lounging in the South of France I hold you in such high esteem When you provide the high finance [Chorus:] Don't give me dirty talk Cause I don't want your love I want your money... Blood...

Chorus: New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash Live niggas who smoke weed, car thief style You monkey walk, a hunchback, keep quiet Talkin 'bout mi casa, scared to death when I pop up I'm fouler than gats that dont...

Blind with dollars, Bought and sold. And you pay for everything in cold, hard cash. Better read through the fine print, you sift through the ash. In the hand, blood money. In the sand, blood money. She's worth the...

Hey I don't sell it I don't deal it I don't buy it Don't have to steal it Got your blood running through my veins I ain't crying for your pity It's a shame It's blood money, blood money Blood money, blood...

Hey I don't sell it I don't deal it I don't buy it Don't have to steal it Got your blood running through my veins I ain't crying for your pity It's a shame It's blood money, blood money Blood money, blood...

No one can say, that crime doesn't pay, that never is true It's supply and demand, with blood on your hands, nighmares come True It's in all the headlines, you're the worst of a kind, a Sinister breed Such a...

Ha yeah, Triple C CMB, nigga Poe boy, boss what it is, nigga? Birdman, what up? The goons to be king How you love that pussy, nigga? Yeah, blood money The definition I'm clutchin' on my slippin' in The way I'm...

Sixteen years of poisoned souls don't mean shit to me Sixteen years of pain I've sold never meant shit to me Deaths, Drugs, Guns, Sluts God damn all of us Sex, Drugs, Blood, Lusts God damn all of us Blood, blood,...

The songs we play Don't equal the bills we have to pay So it's blood for cash I sell my cells to feed myself And fill my tank with fossil fuels [Chorus] Desperate destitute Medical prostitute Cause there's no time for...

Tell me Mr. President, tell me how you sleep You say we go to war for peace, not for oil or greed Blame it on intelligence, and cover up your lie Let's put on that TV-smile and send some kids to die! All the lies, all...

Living through another Cuba it's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle Russia and America are at each other's throats but don't you cry just on your...

Hey Patty Garret that` s what I used to call you They tell me you want me but I hear they ґ ve got you They made you a lawman with a badge made of silver They paid you some money to sell them my blood But you say this...

Hey Patty Garrett that's what I used to call you They tell me you want me but I hear they've got you They made you a lawman with a badge made of silver They paid you some money to sell them my soul But you say this...

Ain't no turning back now A nigga too deep in nigga, I done tasted the fruit nigga This the story this is it, this how it went down The autobiography, of the Fat Rat with the cheese Lil' O, based on a true story I hit...

This is my route home. The curtain falls just behind me. I thought I was alone, until I felt wings of pain wrapped around me. I just thought you were walking the same way as me. I guess I was...

[K. Vanderhoof / R.Munroe] Cleaning up the wreckage of the past, how many more times Will we have to pass the test Their eyes have been upon our every move, they're waiting for us We answer not to you It's blood money,...