Текст песни Bad Blood - Owen

Bad blood,
You can't hide from where you come from
Its in your veins and in your heart

Blame your mother for every shadow you're afraid of
The burning urge to flee - well thats on me

Your poor grandfather so painfully shy
He couldn't leave the house without a tall one
Your 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 or bad luck?

Apples and trees meant nothing to me
Just fruits and foliage
But now I see me
In everything you don't say

Hereditary law you cant run away from
Trust me i've tried
You're better off holding your freak flag high

Theres no odd.