Bad, Bad Blood Songtext / Lyric

Bad, bad, blood was running

In the veins of Parker Evans

A crash, crash

A crash is surely coming

If it can't turn a freight train round



Parker had a gun

He was out there on the run

Picking off the seven-elevens

With each and every crime

They gave him tv time

And that was as close as

He'd be getting to Heaven



Heaven...






Ka-ching, ka-ching

The register it rings

It's the late night shift

At Wilson's mini-mart

Ring-a-ling,

The alarm starts ringing

'cause there's trouble in the candy aisle



It's Parker in disguise

With a loaded forty-five

He's wearing a mask of Ronald Reagan

The cashier raised her voice

Said, "Mister, here's your choice -

The cops are in the parking lot waiting..."



Is it money or love

You can't get enough of

Are you empty as an old coal mine?

Money or love

If you need 'em too much

You get addicted to a life of crime, crime



Flash, flash

It's a CNN news flash

Nevada we're live on the air

A spree, a spree,

An incredible crime spree

By a couple in a pink Corvair



Parker Evans and his bride

With Elvis at their side

Were married in a chapel in Vegas

And then they hit a bank

And shot a man point blank

Our cameras caught 'em stealing his Lexus



Live, live, in a chopper filming live

A car chase near the Mexican border

Hail, hail, the bullets never fail

To bring the trouble back into order



Parker Evans and his bride

In front of twenty million eyes

Were shot down in a blaze of glory

The networks took a break

For Coke and Shake and Bake

Nothing sells like a true crime story