Kings Of Leon – Sex On Fire

Kings Of Leon – Sex On Fire

Lay where you’re laying
Don’t make a sound
I know they’re watching
They’re watching

All the commotion
The kiddie like play
Has people talking
Talking

You
Your sex is on fire

Dark of the alley
The breaking of day
Head while I’m driving
I’m driving

Soft lips are open
Them nuckles is pale
Feels like you’re dying
Your dying

You
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire

Hot as a fever
Rattling bones
I could just taste it
Taste it

But it’s not forever
But it’s just tonight
Oh we’re still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest

You
Your sex is on fire
You
Your sex is on fire

And so
Were the words to transpire

And you
Your sex is on fire
And so
Were the words to transpire

El nombre del tercer álbum de los Kings, Because of the Times, sale de la conferencia de un predicador sureño a la que los chicos solían ir junto con su padre, que era ministro pentecostés. Sin embargo, lo único que parece importarles son las mujeres malas, ésas que convierten a los chicos del campo en ladrones, fugitivos o cadáveres, y los hacen disfrutar de cada instante del sórdido proceso. Es que los Followill se criaron en un auto con su padre Leon, ministro de civil itinerante, y básicamente siguieron el mismo oficio, sólo que con los dedos pegoteados por pecar.

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