Touch thumbs and it becomes two bright suns in the same sky
Bad blood lighting the flood with red dye
Spreading so slowly over God's eyes
And it never dries it keeps on going, never slowing,
Till it's showing in every multiplex across the country (kiss your country)
Bad blood's everywhere, it's in the flex of ten fingers
Like the singers on the Larry Grayson show
It'll run and run like red snow, until the world blows splitting LCDs into
Pop songs that put the atom back where it came from
Bad blood, what's wrong with a bridge from here to Hong Kong,
With a bridge from here to Hong Kong,
With a bridge from here to Hong Kong?
Bad blood, bad blood, bad blood
Bad blood, bad blood, bad blood
Tom X steals a million wheels, to cut paddy fields into big deals
Like boiled onions and jellied eels gets the country on an even keel
Bad blood like love is a good feel with an asbestos glove
Run along the thigh containing bad blood.
Cries out for love because all you believe in is love
Cries out for love because all you believe in is love
Bad blood in a white dove flies way above the shovel and spade
I'm not afraid of bad blood
Bad blood buried in the ground like a sound you'll never hear again
Bad blood in your ink pen writes the words "Not now but when?"
Bad blood, bad blood, bad blood
Bad blood, bad blood, bad blood