CANADIAN ARTIST DAVID WILCOX 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 money That's to blame You can spend it I don't want it It won't pay for my sins You can deal her She don't count for much She's your mistress She's your lover She's your mother She's your wife She ain't even spare change in your life It's blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money That's to blame It's a shame Hey! I don't need you I don't want you I don't love you no more I ain't crying for your kisses It's a shame It's your blood money That's to blame They'll steal you They'll rob you They'll rape you They'll fake you They'll make you They'll break you They'll deal you 'Til you learn It's blood money, blood money Blood money, blood money That you burn Ow! Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood a-money money Money money money Money money money Money money mon