Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caleb Followill
Vocals
Nathan Followill
Drums
Jared Followill
Bass Guitar
Matthew Followill
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Followill
Songwriter
Nathan Followill
Songwriter
Jared Followill
Songwriter
Matthew Followill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Angelo Petraglia
Producer
Jacquire King
Producer
Lowell Reynolds
Additional Engineer
Richard Dodd
Mastering Engineer
Jon Stinson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
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
The dark of the alley, the 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, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest
And you, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Writer(s): Nathan Followill, Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill
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