| Song | Bad Blood Better |
| Artist | Bob Mould |
| Album | Life And Times |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mould | |
| Early cloudy | |
| Sunday morning | |
| A somber letter | |
| I did write | |
| To let you know the status of this | |
| Alcoholic madness, we have landed hard | |
| You deny that there's a problem | |
| You left your hand print on my face | |
| You sent an instant message | |
| With the hardest of intentions | |
| My will imposed on you | |
| You flail and crack my skull | |
| All thoughts flood to the floor | |
| Bad blood better no blood at all | |
| Used me up without permission | |
| The taste of last night's sex in my mouth | |
| My breath is blood and sweat | |
| Choking like a tourniquet | |
| Soulless feeling deep desire | |
| Destructive answer and call | |
| Break me, break me over and over | |
| Bad blood better no blood at all | |
| ****ed up in my own head | |
| Cross myself and hope to god | |
| I die happy | |
| Making my escape as quiet as | |
| I canI'm leaving you now | |
| I contemplate the situation | |
| And pray for change upon my fate | |
| Something tells me it ain't changing |
| zuo qu : Mould | |
| Early cloudy | |
| Sunday morning | |
| A somber letter | |
| I did write | |
| To let you know the status of this | |
| Alcoholic madness, we have landed hard | |
| You deny that there' s a problem | |
| You left your hand print on my face | |
| You sent an instant message | |
| With the hardest of intentions | |
| My will imposed on you | |
| You flail and crack my skull | |
| All thoughts flood to the floor | |
| Bad blood better no blood at all | |
| Used me up without permission | |
| The taste of last night' s sex in my mouth | |
| My breath is blood and sweat | |
| Choking like a tourniquet | |
| Soulless feeling deep desire | |
| Destructive answer and call | |
| Break me, break me over and over | |
| Bad blood better no blood at all | |
| ed up in my own head | |
| Cross myself and hope to god | |
| I die happy | |
| Making my escape as quiet as | |
| I canI' m leaving you now | |
| I contemplate the situation | |
| And pray for change upon my fate | |
| Something tells me it ain' t changing |
| zuò qǔ : Mould | |
| Early cloudy | |
| Sunday morning | |
| A somber letter | |
| I did write | |
| To let you know the status of this | |
| Alcoholic madness, we have landed hard | |
| You deny that there' s a problem | |
| You left your hand print on my face | |
| You sent an instant message | |
| With the hardest of intentions | |
| My will imposed on you | |
| You flail and crack my skull | |
| All thoughts flood to the floor | |
| Bad blood better no blood at all | |
| Used me up without permission | |
| The taste of last night' s sex in my mouth | |
| My breath is blood and sweat | |
| Choking like a tourniquet | |
| Soulless feeling deep desire | |
| Destructive answer and call | |
| Break me, break me over and over | |
| Bad blood better no blood at all | |
| ed up in my own head | |
| Cross myself and hope to god | |
| I die happy | |
| Making my escape as quiet as | |
| I canI' m leaving you now | |
| I contemplate the situation | |
| And pray for change upon my fate | |
| Something tells me it ain' t changing |