Sex on Fire - Live from Cologne, Germany - February 2009

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
They're talking

You, oh
Your sex is on fire

The dark of the alley
Breaking of day
The head while I'm driving
I'm driving

Soft lips are open
Knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying
You're dying

You, oh
Your sex is on fire
Consumed, oh
With what's to transpire

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

If it's not forever
If it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest
The greatest, the greatest

And you, oh
Your sex is on fire
And you, oh
Your sex is on fire
Consumed, oh
With what's to transpire

And you, oh
Your sex is on fire
Consumed, oh
With what's to transpire



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Followill, Caleb Followill, Nathan Followill, Matthew Followill
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