Music: Anna Grace Egge
Your picture's falling like a figurine
breaking branches of our family tree
One more sinner on the interstate
Bad blood running wild in the west
Bad blood running away
The judge and jury they set you free
So young and pretty they could not see
that you were lying through your teeth
Bad blood running wild in the west
Bad blood running away
Stolen empties at your feet
What makes you crazy, what makes you mean
The blood on your hands will never come clean
Bad blood running wild in the west
Bad blood running away
I loved you and I hated you
I prayed for you and stayed away from you
I called the cops and I blamed you
bad blood running wild in the west
bad blood running wild in the west
bad blood running wild in the west
bad blood running wild in the west