I Wanna Be Your Original Sin - Head Wound City

I saw you dining with Marquis de Sade

That libertine life is so old

I could care less what’s between your sheets

I want what’s under your skull

I saw you dancing the graveyard twist

That burial scene is so dull

I’m weeding the garden, raking the coals

Gimme the keys to your soul

I’ve got this vision boiling out my brain

Be my burning witch

Like a bathtub and a blow dryer, babe

I’ll 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