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Written by: Andrea Wittgens, James Hall, Jamey Clark

James Hall - Vocals and Guitar
Jaz Jillette - Vocals
Bruce Butkovich - Guitar, Organ and Vocals
Patrick Kelly - Bass and Vocals
Kent Aberle - Drums and Vocals

Lyrics

You get a taste, you always want my love?

Will you put a fire to it,
Set a live wire to it,
Give your left eye for it,
Beg, steal, and die for it,
Will you kick down doors for it,
Crawl across the floor for it,
Give your first born for it,
Shoot a little porn for it?
Go on take the money,
Now, give it to your honey,
Come on, baby, trust me,
I said so, so it must me,
Dig a shallow grave, boy,
Make yourself a slave, boy,
Put me to the test,
You talking cardiac arrest,
You get a taste, you always want my love?
You take that shot, you're aiming for my love?
Obsession, your deep possession,
Obsession, your deep possession.

Some people pray for love,
Some people pay for love,
Some people never get enough.
Look around you at the broken frames,
Friends are going down in burning flames,
Play the game til the subtlety is lost.

Get it off your shoulder,
Hit it, like you told her,
Come on, be a soldier,
Now, circle like a vulture,
Ride it like a high priest,
Chasing down that wild beast,
Ride it like a rocket,
Eight ball in your pocket.

You get a taste, you always want my love...
You take that shot ,you're aiming for my love?
Obsession, your deep possession,
Obsession, your deep possession,
Obsession,
Obsession.