Bad Blood

Bad Blood
Touch thumbs and it becomes, two bright suns in the same sky
Bad blood lighting the flood with red dye, spreading so slowly over God's eyes
And it never dries it keeps on going, never slowing
'til it's showing in every multiplex across the country (kiss your country)
Bad blood's everywhere, it's in the flex of ten fingers
Like the singers on the Larry Grayson show
It'll run and run like red snow, until the world blows
Splitting LCD's into pop songs that put the atom back where it came from
Bad blood, what's wrong with the bridge from here to Hong Kong
With the bridge from here to Hong Kong
With the bridge from here to Hong Kong?