Текст Boy George – Bad Blood

His kingdom’s got its own rules
Not from a word out of place
They talk behind your back
But never to your face

You wanna talk but do you want the truth
Bad blood drippin’ on your dancin’ shoes
You own the world, nothin’ left to prove
Bad blood drippin’ on your dancin’ shoes

Bad blood
Bad blood
Bad blood
Bad blood
(Bad blood)

Everybody’s talkin’ now
(Too much talkin’ now)
Is there anything to say
Me, I’m trippin’ on humanity
(Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’)
Show me your face

You wanna talk but do you want the truth
Bad blood drippin’ on your dancin’ shoes
You own the world, nothin’ left to prove
Bad blood drippin’ on your dancin’ shoes

Bad blood
Bad blood

Will you ever take me to that place
Bodies hyped up for the human race
Will you ever take me to that place
Bodies hyped up for the human race
(Ah!) Human race

Bad blood
Bad blood
Bad blood
Bad blood
Bad blood
(Bad blood) Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Bad blood
Bad blood
(Bad blood)