Sometimes I saw my blood br Drain out at the prick of a needle br My blood was draining out br As money was draining in; br I was selling my blood for money. br The nurse said I had excess blood, br Whether she told the truth br Or lied to get me part with a pint or two br I cannot tell, br But of what use was blood to me br When I was dying of hunger? br I agreed to sell that br Dark red fluid in my veins; br That rich red rumble of liquid br Filled their plastic bag; br I saw the vampires smile and praise br The quality - your's is rich, they say. br I am impatient; all I want is money, and br Soon enough they count me two notes; br I look at the sum - the price of blood. br They say blood is life, br But I have traded it here for money; br Does that mean that my life is priced? br Perhaps - if I cannot eat br Food bought with money br I will certainly die.