Bad Blood - Welshly Arms

Things ain't been quite the same

Since you hit me with your hand grenade

I might be just a bit insane

I ain't scared of a little pain

Tell me tell me baby honestly

Do you think there's something wrong with me

Do you wanna stick around to see

How bad a boy can be

It's the feeling I get

It's the feeling I get

And I'm startin' to sweat

It's the feeling I get

It's the feeling I get

You ain't lived if you've got no regrets

Yeah, that's the feeling I get.

I'm made of bad, bad, bad, bad blood

At least I know where I come from

And you could never hurt me none

'Cause it's in my veins, that's where it runs

Did you ever think I'd pull it off

Were you convinced that it was all just talk

I can't stop and I wont get caught

I wont, I wont, I wont

You do things in the honest way

They put your picture on the wall of shame

The more you care the more they make you pay

But I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't!

If you're gonna light my fire

Baby don't stand so close

Karma gonna come and find you

I know, I know, I know

If you wanna take it higher

Better be down to fall

Don't think it won't hurt ya

At all, at all, at all, at all!