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