Walking Papers - Creation, Reproduction, & Death lyrics

I depend on the night - I know it ain’t right I want you in the worse way, baby My fate will wait for me there, its knuckles are bare I want you in the worse way, baby I had the feeling you were dirty but you didn’t know it If you got under my skin you know I’ll never show it I bet you think you got a dark side, don’t you? What have I got myself into? I’ll hang my fate on the wire Should I pull the alarm or pour more gas on the fire? You said you’d hold me ‘til there’s nothing left You said “You don’t know who you’re fu*king with” The beads of sweat - the heavy breath Creation, reproduction, and death I won’t take your advice - I’m rolling the dice I want you in the worse way, baby I’m looking for an excuse - to extend the abuse I want you in the worse way, baby When I offered the crown you just cast it aside I tried to nail the door shut but you we’re already inside You’ve conquered the great divide I had my doubts It’s not who can live with, it’s who you can’t live without I’ll hang my fate on the wire Should I pull the alarm or pour more gas on the fire? You said you’d hold me ‘til there’s nothing left You said “You don’t know who you’re fu*king with” The beads of sweat - the heavy breath Creation, reproduction, and death Should I pull the alarm or pour more gas on the fire? I’ll hang my fate on the wire Should I pull the alarm or pour more gas on the fire? You said you’d hold me ‘til there’s nothing left You said “You don’t know who you’re fu*king with” The beads of sweat - the heavy breath Creation, reproduction, and death