Blood Money (piano verison)

We were living out a dream called “nothing but stoned”
Till the dream spent its last quarter at the corner payphone
You said, “Enough ain’t enough when it's easy to get more”
The afternoon we stood outside of Eddie’s Liquor Store
When I said, “blood money”
You said, “Don’t be a stick in the mud!”
Blood money
Now all I got is the blood

Well, the guy behind the counter looked a lot like Wild Bill
But there’s no time for small talk in a game of shoot-to-kill
I know you hate regrets but it seems that that’s my fate
Now I got a problem in my belly and it’s not just what ate
I called it “blood money”
And you said, “Don’t be a stick in the mud!”
Blood money
But all I got is blood

Blood on my saddle baby, blood on the ground
If they granted me three wishes you’d still be around.
The second wish would be to rid me of my hurt
The third for maybe someone to wash the blood out of this shirt

On the day that we met, all I wanted was some fun
Now there’s a crowd standing over me, and you’re somewhere on the run
I don’t blame you baby for the shape that I am in
Just promise me next time you’ll try to be a better friend
They call it “blood money”
And you say, “Don’t be a stick in the mud!”
Blood money
Now all I got is the blood

 

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