Ellis Paul - Bad, Bad Blood Lyrics
Bad, bad, blood was runningin the veins of Parker EvansA crash, crasha crash is surely comingif it can't turn a freight train roundParker had a gunhe was out there on the runpicking off the seven-elevensWith each and every crimethey gave him tv timeand that was as close ashe'd be getting to HeavenHeaven...Ka-ching, ka-chingthe register it ringsit's the late night shiftat Wilson's mini-martRing-a-ling,the alarm starts ringing'cause there's trouble in the candy aisleIt's Parker in disguisewith a loaded forty-fivehe's wearing a mask of Ronald ReaganThe cashier raised her voicesaid, "Mister, here's your choice -the cops are in the parking lot waiting..."(chorus)Is it money or loveyou can't get enough ofare you empty as an old coal mine?Money or loveif you need 'em too muchyou get addicted to a life of crime, crimeFlash, flashit's a CNN news flashNevada we're live on the airA spree, a spree,an incredible crime spreeby a couple in a pink CorvairParker Evans and his bridewith Elvis at their sidewere married in a chapel in VegasAnd then they hit a bankand shot a man point blankour cameras caught 'em stealing his Lexus(chorus)Live, live, in a chopper filming livea car chase near the Mexican borderHail, hail, the bullets never failto bring the trouble back into orderParker Evans and his bridein front of twenty million eyeswere shot down in a blaze of gloryThe networks took a breakfor Coke and Shake and Bakenothing sells like a true crime story(chorus)
