Blood Money

David c Deal @2009

You must have been somebody's son.

You must have been taught to play, to fight, and run.

You "earned" your way up to the Golden Tower

Do you feel the need to take a long hot shower?

Blood Money: Building your treasure on lies.

Blood Money: How can you look  a child, in the eyes?

There's no question your smart, that you’re sharp and you're shrewd.

Playing the numbers, you have Boardwalk and Park Place too.

One those homes you won was my castle, my pride, my joy.

Now with the factory closed, nothing’s left but you and you and your toys.