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