Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Bad Things
When you came in, the air went out
And every shadow filled up with doubt
I wanna do bad things
I wanna do bad things
I wanna do bad things with you
I’m the kind to sit up in his room
Heart sick and eyes filled up with blue
I wanna do bad things
I wanna do bad things
I wanna do bad things with you
I don’t know who you think you are
I don’t know who you think you are
I don’t know who you think you are
(But I know this much is true)
I don’t know who you think you are
(But I know this much is true)
I wanna do bad things
(But I know this much is true)
I wanna do bad things
(But I know this much is true)
I wanna do bad things with you
I wanna do bad things (with you)
I wanna do bad things (with you)
I wanna do bad things (with you)
I wanna do bad things (with you)
I wanna do bad things (with you)
I wanna do bad things (with you)
I wanna do bad things (with you)
I wanna do bad things with you