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BLOOD MONEY

I ain’t going to work for your nothing
I ain’t going to stand in your line
Well you try and sell me something
When I know all the time you’re lying, you try to rob me blind
I ain’t going to take your blood money
I’ll keep my peace of mind

I ain’t going to drive your mule and plow
I ain’t going to reap your wheat
When I think you should know by now
You got a field full of weeds, and it ain’t bread you need
I ain’t going to make your blood money
I ain’t getting on my knees

I ain’t going to pull that trigger
I ain’t going to do for you
I was not born bloodthirsty
My conscience will be true, you want what I won’t do
I ain’t going to take your blood money
I ain’t going to kill for you