Head Wound City
i wanna be your original sin
I saw you dining with Marquis de Sade
That libertine life is so old
I could care less whatâs between your sheets
I want whatâs under your skull
I saw you dancing the graveyard twist
That burial scene is so dull
Iâm weeding the garden, raking the coals
Gimme the keys to your soul
Iâve got this vision boiling out my brain
Be my burning witch
Like a bathtub and a blow dryer, babe
Iâll be your perfect fit
I wanna be your original sin
I wanna be your original sin
I wanna be your original sin
I wanna be your original sin