Bad blood, you can't hide from where you come from; It's in your veins and in your heart. Bad blood, blame your mother for every shadow you're afraid of; the burning urge to flee, well thats on me. A poor grandfather so painfully shy, couldn't leave the house without a tall one. A dumb grandmother suffered by his side, she'd rather live in hell than die alone. I hope those odd appendages eventually fall off as you grow. Bad blood, bad luck. But apples and trees, meant nothing to me; Just fruit foliage, but now I see me, In everything you don't say. Bad blood, hereditary mob you cant run away from; Trust me I've tried; you're better off holding your freak flag high. Theres no time.