The Fast Track
The Fast Track - Blood Money lyrics
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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 nine to five Don't want to orphan our ideals Cause I think The Boss was right Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Or is it something worse We pawn the things we want To do the thing we love If something doesn't happen soon These collars will be turning blue No lie