Bad Blood Lyrics - Singles - Snuff Pop Inc.

What is left to forget here that doesn't exceed repression? 

What's the use of acquiring things when they only give birth to obsession? 

This is the plan after last plan after last plan 

Heavy losses of the Fall of Man 

I'm the self-effacing cannibal run out of bread 

My stomach's upset and my sleep is dead 

I can't shut myself up anymore 

My teeth are ground down to the gums 

And I'm afraid yours truly's incompatible with me 

BAD BLOOD UNDER MY THUMBS 

Take me up the creek 

Dogs chatter up my barked leg 

I can deal with the feel - it's the look of the abrasions I don't like 

Take me up the creek 

Take me up the creep 

This hike is going neither up nor down 

Paradimbo's bigger than everything 

I can hear the pro decoies siren call on merit ramps 

Will make me cover sorted seconds with their censor stamps 

There's a green horned ungulate out for my soul 

More than ready to kill to reach his goal 

All Snuff Pop Inc. music and lyrics written by Ant Mozart Khadaffi