103
Last days in LA, save me baby from
Strange times
You catch me cooking in the kitchen, looking
Into the fire
Lover brother baker burning-at-the-stake-er, stick with me
Under the last palm tree
And sip a little water from the dirty fountain meant to be
The sum of it all
Oh, oh, oh
Keep me on the tip of your tongue
Oh, oh
It's 103 in the sun
You don't know what you got
Or what you want when LA's hot
It seems to make you so damn low
You don't know what you want
Or how to stop when LA's not
What you seen in me before
But I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah I, I blame it on the sun
These nights we've been tearing are temporary, but
Spit shines
Surfing the current on an 80-proof serpent, your
Red eyes
Lover brother raider hot rod-er souped up to the nines
Sitting on blocks and
Every elevator in the city says it's going up
When it's on the rocks and
Oh, oh
Keep me on the tip of your tongue
Oh, oh
It's 103 in the sun
You don't know what you got
Or what you want when LA's hot
It seems to make you so damn slow
You don't know what you want
Or how to stop when LA's not
What you seen in me before
But I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah, I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah, I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah, I, I blame it on the sun
Strange times
You catch me cooking in the kitchen, looking
Into the fire
Lover brother baker burning-at-the-stake-er, stick with me
Under the last palm tree
And sip a little water from the dirty fountain meant to be
The sum of it all
Oh, oh, oh
Keep me on the tip of your tongue
Oh, oh
It's 103 in the sun
You don't know what you got
Or what you want when LA's hot
It seems to make you so damn low
You don't know what you want
Or how to stop when LA's not
What you seen in me before
But I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah I, I blame it on the sun
These nights we've been tearing are temporary, but
Spit shines
Surfing the current on an 80-proof serpent, your
Red eyes
Lover brother raider hot rod-er souped up to the nines
Sitting on blocks and
Every elevator in the city says it's going up
When it's on the rocks and
Oh, oh
Keep me on the tip of your tongue
Oh, oh
It's 103 in the sun
You don't know what you got
Or what you want when LA's hot
It seems to make you so damn slow
You don't know what you want
Or how to stop when LA's not
What you seen in me before
But I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah, I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah, I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah, I, I blame it on the sun
Credits
Writer(s): Alison Mosshart, Jamie Hince
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