Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johannes Rypma
Johannes Rypma
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Followill
Caleb Followill
Songwriter
Nathan Followill
Nathan Followill
Songwriter
Jared Followill
Jared Followill
Songwriter
Matthew Followill
Matthew Followill
Songwriter

Lyrics

Lay where you're layin', don't make a sound
I know they're watchin', they're watchin'
All the commotion, you're gettin' the pain
Has people talkin', they're talkin'
Yeah, your sex is on fire
In the back of the alley, the breakin' of day
My head while I'm drivin', I'm drivin'
Said, "Knock her open," the knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dyin', you're dyin'
Yeah, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Hot as a fever, rattlin' bones
I could just taste it, just taste it
If it's not forever, it's just for tonight
I think we're the greatest, the greatest, the greatest
Yeah, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, your sex is on fire
Yeah, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Written by: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
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