Doro

Bad blood, rivers run dry
Thunder comes and the Children cry, bad blood
never can change, no one here to blame
bad blood, older than time
followed me down loom my fathect tribe
bad blood, making me shake
running through my vains, bad blood
Too many questions, so many unanswered times
most times the finger points at me
in my confusion, might slip and cross the line
I'm not to blame for all you see
you can't help me it's in my soul
pray for mercy, nowhere else to go
Repeat chorus