Touch thumbs and it becomes two bright suns in the same sky   Bad blood lighting the flood with red dye   Spreading so slowly over God’s eyes   And it never dries it keeps on going, never slowing,   Till it’s showing in every multiplex across the country (kiss your country)   Bad blood’s everywhere, it’s in the flex of ten fingers   Like the singers on the Larry Grayson show   It’ll run and run like red snow, until the world blows splitting LCDs into   Pop songs that put the atom back where it came from   Bad blood, what’s wrong with a bridge from here to Hong Kong,   With a bridge from here to Hong Kong,   With a bridge from here to Hong Kong?      Bad blood, bad blood, bad blood   Bad blood, bad blood, bad blood      Tom X steals a million wheels, to cut paddy fields into big deals   Like boiled onions and jellied eels gets the country on an even keel   Bad blood like love is a good feel with an asbestos glove   Run along the thigh containing bad blood.   Cries out for love because all you believe in is love   Cries out for love because all you believe in is love   Bad blood in a white dove flies way above the shovel and spade   I’m not afraid of bad blood   Bad blood buried in the ground like a sound you’ll never hear again   Bad blood in your ink pen writes the words ‘Not now but when?’      Bad blood, bad blood, bad blood   Bad blood, bad blood, bad blood