Bad Blood Songtext
von The Twelve Canons

There′s always so many doors
So many hands to pull you forward
There are three men

The first of them is gray and thin
Sits naked there with wrinkled skin
His mouth lets this out:


Don't leave this house
It′s all we have
Bad blood won't allow it
But we'll stay as long as we can

The second one had lost his tongue
His eyes are shining like the sun
Hidden behind his hands

The final man is raving mad
He wears a suit of tall wheat grass
Waves his arms and shouts:


Don′t leave this house
It′s all we have
Bad blood won't allow it
But we′ll stay as long as we can