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  1. Blood Money

From the recording Evil

Lyrics

Sideways sidewalk chop talk after dark
Making ourself beautiful
In the crock pot cooking up a meadowlark
Wishing they was kissing you

Glisten lipstick all across the harlequin
You know that we never cried
And if the dirt piles high when they’re peaking in
You light it, you burn it, you sweep it to the clean side


Money
Money
Money
Make a killer of me


Organ grinder with a monkey on a barstool
Hacking up a bad cough
Slow sipping with a paw in the whirlpool
Ten until we blast off

Got a sweet tooth waiting on a bad girl
Sugar emulsified
I drifted out, drifted out of this world
Spinning like a top in a sphere of white light


Money
Money
Money
Make a killer of me