Bad Blood

Bad Blood - Owen

Bad blood

You can't hide from where you come from

It's in your veins and in your heart

Bad blood

Blame your mother for every shadow you're afraid of

The burning urge to flea well that's on me

A poor grandfather so painfully shy he couldn't leave the house without a tall one

A dumb grandmother suffered by his side she'd rather live in hell than die alone

I hope those odd appendages eventually fall off as you grow

Bad blood bad luck

But apples and trees meant nothing to me

Just fruit foliage

But now I see me

In everything you don't say

Bad blood

Hereditary mob you can't run away from

Trust me I've tried

You're better off holding your freak flag high

There's no time