Bad blood by Herman Brood
People come and go
Broken hearted
O.D. on poison
And take a dry dive
Get loaded on smack
And 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
And daddy’s poppin’ himself
Right over the hill

Too much grass and y're prone to gas
See you on the corner of needle avenue
You better take a good look
Runnin’ 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
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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
Peter is a poet up to his neck in the shit
It ain’t no use to strike if you can’t hit

Bad blood
Gonna puke cause I wanna be pure
Blood on the tracks
Grinnin’ straight faced
Steps 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 and y're prone to gas
See you on the corner of needle avenue
You better take a good look
Down this road
See if it's bright enough for you

Bad blood
Bad blood
Bad blood
Bad blood

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