Want It Bad - Grandchildren

There is nothing left here from which you can walk away

There is nothing left for me to say

I am waiting patiently to look the other way

Is this karma here?

Is it just your fault?

I want it bad

I want it bad

I want it bad

I want it bad

I’m holding out for all the promises you made

And the other ones you hid away

This alchemy comes out of you and all you have to say

Is, «Am I sleeping or is this just a ghost?»

And the world is not at all

Like the world that you once thought you had

I want it bad

I want it bad

I want it bad

I want it bad

I want it bad

I want it bad