Don't care what you think, you think I care?. You humans can't see why pretty music came to be. I see where you stand, I'm standing here. So count the fuse flaming with me, one, two, three.
Don't you go leaving, baby, I'll find you. Tell all your secrets, no one will want you. It's for your own good, I know what's best for you. If you won't sleep with me, there'll be no rest for you.
There are babies with guns beheading their friends. In shopping malls around the world. Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs about girls.
Never thought that I could feel such a slap in the face. Since my semester in New York where I drank it away. Social strategies are taught to Bohemian crowds.
Did you know that there are people in the world. Annoyed with all the other people in the world?. And of all these angry people in the world. I am the angriest boy.
There was a man from Allentown who fed his son to death. He calmly watched him gorge himself until his final breath. And there he stood surprised and shocked above his tiny frame.
Laid out, puking in the back of a fancy bar. You and your friends in the front booth. Laughing at my sweet naivety. And its awkward gravity. . Three years, saw the decimation of the world in you.
Let me guide you through the story of a boy and his curse. Tiny diamond in a stroller with his first step chasing the hearse. Sipping at a cup that's halfway filled.
When I was eight years old. Before puberty took hold. I thought I'd end up beside a princess bride. And love was indivisible. . Never mind how my taste reflects.
There's a cemetery deep below the sea. There this space is reserved for fools like me. Tried to kill myself at least a dozen times. But nothing seemed to turn out right.
Staring out the window of our tour bus. And it's just the horny driver and us. Sit and trade wit and smoke and we cuss. Talking 'bout our friendly border drug bust.