Bad Blood
Mat McHugh Lyrics


The queen is in the parking lot
Counting all the things she's got
Jack tried being a communist
But just kept counting all the things he missed

And after all this talk of bad blood
Of enemies and of destruction
We realised there really was none
It just gets lonely
Spinning around the sun

The aces in their motorcades
The joker and the king of spades
I'd try being your best mistake
But i know that it's my heart you'll break

And after all this talk of bad blood
Of enemies and of destruction
We realised there really was none
It just gets lonely
Spinning around the sun

Minga =D

Writer(s): Matthew Mchugh

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