Bad Blood Lyrics - Herman Brood

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 & why'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 why'are eyes 

Since why'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 & why'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