Bad Blood - Crispies

Yeah

There‘s bad blood on the wall don‘t care at all

What I said‚ cause an honest man don‘t play dead

In a ditch I‘m a snitch, a mean waterfall

Six feet two never looked so small

Sicker than the sick sick mind of a woman

Then you cut the strings loose cause you don‘t know what you‘re doing

Nobody‘s ever gonna make the cut

We‘re rolling in sweat, in mud, bad blood

We’ve all got heavy tongues we’re spitting up

It doesnt matter to us, we wanna get caught

We’ve all got heavy tongues we’re spitting up

Nobody cares and we’re gonna cough blood

Oh

Oh

Oh

There’s blood on the floor and I’m crawling

On my knees no one takes the fall

Chainsmoking gonna put tar in my veins

Never straight never straight say what say my name, oh

Oh

Bad blood is the call we’re flesh and bones

But we still make your skin crawl

Automatic grip and electric tricks

Got your lips sown shut your electric hips go

We’ve all got heavy tongues we’re spitting up

It doesnt matter to us, we wanna get caught

We’ve all got heavy tongues we’re spitting up

Nobody cares and we’re gonna cough blood

Oh

Oh

Oh

Nobody’s ever gonna make the cut

Call it bad luck, yeah, we spit blood

We’ve all got heavy tongues we’re spitting up

It doesnt matter to us, we wanna get caught

We’ve all got heavy tongues we’re spitting up

Nobody cares and we’re gonna cough blood