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
