Bad Blood

歌詞

BAD BLOOD People come & go broken hearted O.D. on poison take a dry dive get loaded on smack & locked up in the john for the rest of their life Businessman gonna keep on pushin' for good ol' green back dollar bill mama's doin' the black cat walk & daddy's poppin himself right over the hill Too much grass & y're prone to gas see you on the corner of needle avenua you better take a good look down this road see if it's bright enough for you Bad Blood you can pretend everythin's cool even force some winky kinda smile don't wanna see the tears in y'r eyes since y're gonna find out I'll be gone for a while Bad Blood Competition is the name of the game gotta clean out my system do the milkcow cure hide out in the jungle gotta be pure Peter is a poet shootin' jivetalk all over the sidewalk ain't no big money for Pete at the corner of the street Bad Blood Peter is a poet up to his neck in the shit it ain't no use to strike if you can't hit Gonna puke cause I wanna be pure blood on the tracks grinnin' straight faced ssssteps you in the back Bad Blood Don't fear the devil ain't gonna beg for a place in heaven messin' with the best in me squeezin' the soul right out of me Bad Blood Too much grass & y're prone to gas see you on the corner of needle avenua you better take a good look down this road see if it's bright enough for you Bad Blood