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 BloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
