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Kings Of Leon
Kings Of Leon


Background information
Origin Franklin, Tennessee, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Garage Rock
Southern Rock
Hard Rock
Rock'n'Roll
Years active 1999—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Columbia Records
Sony Music
Website Website
Members
Nathan Followill
Caleb Followill
Jared Followill
Matthew Followill



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Kings Of Leon Album


Youth And Young Manhood (08/19/2003)
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Talihina Sky (Hidden Track)
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You know you could've been a wonder
Takin' your circus to the sky
You couldn't take it on the tight rope
No you had to take it on the side
You always like it undercover
Tucked in between your dirty sheets
But no one's even done nuttin' to ya
In between the hollers and the screams

And I said nah nah hey hey
Another dirty bird ain't givin' out a taste
In the black of the night till the red morning light

You got your cozy little corner
All night you're jammin' on your feet
Hangin' out just like a street sign
And put a twenty dollar trick
I hear you're blowin' like a feather
And then they rub it in your face
Oh once they've had all their fun hun
You're at the bottom of the cage

And I said nah nah hey hey
Another dirty bird ain't giving out a taste
In the black of the night till the red morning light
And I said nah nah hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away
That's not right

Solo

Hey hey another dirty bird ain't givin' out a taste
Uh hey keep on givin' away and givin' it away (givin' it away)
Hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away

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On our way, so it seems, blooming flowers waltz before me
Rollin' numbers, passing time, got to get outside the city,
In the morning all will see, just how crazy young love can be
On our own away again, don't get down my darlin'

I'm gonna tangle my face hair, it's gonna tickle your daughter
3 o'clock and the moaning, they all cry to me,
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry red lipstick,
Look out your window i'm on your street

Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana
Lets pull over, have us a choke
I love to watch you when your dancin'
I wonder if they ever dream, they would get just what we gave them
All wrapped up in 19, chasin' stars that are fallin'

Chorus

When that train heads home,
They're gonna be so gone gone, you aint never gonna see me
Im a gone gone, you aint nothin to me
When they shine them streets, they're gonna find our song

Chorus x2


. . .


(Nathan Followill/ Caleb Followill/ Angelo)

It's your life
Don't you let em tell you when to bat your eyes
You're the only one who's gonna sacrifice
Makes no difference if you're right or wrong
Take that ride
But I want your little sister by your side
Maybe little later we can all collide
Do our livin' like a rollin' stone
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted

Chorus:
Innocent smile
Runnin' free
Baby's gonna give it like it used to be

Show your face
Livin' in the shadows like you got no name
Enough to make a little girly go insane
Be my guest to let it out tonight
It's ok
I know all about the little games you play
Shakin' your apple right in my face
Only when you know that I'm beggin' fort a bite
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted

Repeat Chorus x2

So won't you show your face (show your face)
Your little apple shake (show your face)
I know the love you gave (show your face)
I know the love you take (show your face)

Repeat Chorus
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time

. . .



Blistered cracked and bleeding
Cold no one should know
Rain falls down a freezing
And sticking like a snow
Lingering suspicions
Screaming in my head
Lies all mixed up with omissions
Aw welcome home again
It's too late for apologies they're falling at my feet

This is just the way of the world Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
Then lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred
Well he said Fred I just killed a man
Caught him laying with my girlfriend
Now they're both dead, people can be so cold when they're dead

Calling all the neighbors
Time to make amends
Whiskey floods the table
Aw good friends 'til the end
They're making silly faces and it's tasting bitter sweet

This is just the way of the world Joe said
I had to put a bullet into his head
Then lit up a cigarette
Decided to call his fat friend Fred
Well he said Fred I just killed a man
Caught him laying with my girlfriend

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Dirty belly of a secret town
Cheap trick hookers that are hanging out at the bar in the Greyhound station
And the bare-chested boys are going down on every thing that the momma believes
Pack of smokes and a little bump of cocaine, help you feel not so strange

(Chorus)
Said old Pa, "She don't get off, unless somebody standing near her."
"And she'll shine, once she's crossed the line, cause all tied to the chair."
I said, "Lay it now on the ground, throw in a white noise sound, like a tranny
on a ten."

All the bubbas got their heads in a nod,
they don't know what they love or deserve to get
Chances are they tab their worm in a slab,
doesn't even know which fish that he like to bite tonight, ah tonight, tonight,
tonight

(Chorus)
Ah maybe tonight
Said old Pa, "She don't get off, unless somebody standing near her."
"And she'll shine, once she's crossed the line, hands all tied to the chair."

I said, “Lay it now on the ground, throw in a white noise sound, like a tranny
on a ten."
Comes home on call, isn't that peace,
fingers in the dirt, and he's spitting out his teeth
He's spitting out his teeth

I said, “Lay it on the ground, throw in a white noise sound, like a tranny on a

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(Nathan Followill/ Caleb Followill/ Angelo)

Little Mona Lisa laying by my side
"Crimson and Clover" pullin' overtime
Seem too close to be losin' touch
By givin' in, what am I givin' up
Am I losin' way too much

Hey
California waiting
Every little thing's gotta be just right
Say
While you're tryin' to save me
Can't I get back my lonely life

I'm goin' so fast that I can't slow down
It's hard to get up when you're spinnin' round and round
I'd tell you the news but nothin's changed
I'd sing you a song but they blew it away
All wrapped up in this stupid ass game

Hey
California waiting
Every little thing's gotta be just right
Say
While you're tryin' to save me
Can't I get back my lonely life

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Spiral Staircase goin' down,
Paint your body red and brown,
On our knees, we'll feast on tha sex show.
Spiral Staircase! Spiral Staircase!
Greasy haircuts, a German Chinese girl,
Is gone keep ya'll busy, tuggin' at my curl,
A get your ass together,
You better walk, walk, walk, a by walking, we cannot run!
A they all came to party, and there's four to every stall,
It gets frus-ta-ratin', a just a pissin' on this wall,
Seems like there's another story bangin',
Around every step you fake.
Spiral Staircase goin' down,
Paint your body red and brown,
On our knees, we'll feast on a sex show.
Spiral Staircase! Spiral Staircase!
A they all came to party, and there's four to every stall,
It gets frus-ta-ratin', a just a pissin' on this wall,
Seems like there's another story bangin',

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(Nathan Followill/ Caleb Followill/ Angelo)

Free- is all that she could bleed
That's why'll she'll never stay
White- bare naked in the night
Just lookin' for some play
Just another girl that wants to rule the world
Any time or place
And when she gets into your head
You know she's there to stay

You want it
She's got it
Molly's Chambers gonna change your mind
She's got your
Your pistol

Slow- She's burnin' in your soul
With whispers in your ear
It's okay I'll give it anyway
Just get me out of here
You'll plead- you'll get down on your knees
For just another taste
And when you think she's let you in
That's when she fades away

You want it
She's got it
Molly's Chambers gonna change your mind
She's got your

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Everybody wants to be a showman
Yeah they all got another one
Everybody thinks they got a genius
Everybody got me on the run
Sometimes I think they come here
Just so you can say that you can
And I can't get alone in my bathroom
I need to give myself a hand

Ya'll cuh-cuh-cuh-creepin'
Creepin' underneath my skin
Fuck you and your flashbulbs
Snappin' my picture again
You drank all my whiskey
You stole all my smoke
And you're crowded all around me
Like I got nowhere to go

Eyes are gonna roll back
I'm here to kill
Time for you to go
I'm-a-gon' spill
It ain't yo fast train
I'll be the king runnin' near the wheel
I ain't lookin' to make no deals here no

You keep stickin' to me like a prickly porcupine
You're gettin' your information from the grocery checkout line
Are you through confessin' of your little girl obsession

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Dusty and you are, dirty from chain
Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape
Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave
I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be afraid
Now don't be afraid

(Chorus)
I'm looking for something, just sink in my teeth without any crying
But I can't find no place or nothing, where thrills are cheap and love is divine
Home by the river, tall grass and fields, pond of willow oak, well for to kneel
Dusty O Dusty, decision night, don't be so pretty, all laced up in white, all
laced up in white

(Repeat Chorus 3x)


. . .


(Nathan Followill/ Caleb Followill/ Angelo)

My darling you look lovely
I've come to lay you down
Uncover your head and submit to me
We'll make a joyful sound
I don't care if you're by yourself
Or you're all alone when you need my help
Keep that smile on your pretty face
Cause you don't have much I can't take away

Chorus:
Don't you worry baby
You won't feel a thing
Close your eyes
Holy Roller Novocaine

Lord's gonna get us back (x4)
I know, I know
Lord's gonna get us back (x4)
I know, I know

You'll be hearin' me comin'
But I can't come inside
I'll be out back in my white Cadillac
Won't you join me for a ride
Let me take you up to the mountain top
There I'll show all the goods I got
Don't look back keep your eyes ahead
This could be the night that the moon goes red

Repeat Chorus

All the world is moanin'
And baby so am I
I'm just givin' you warning
And I'm telling you why

Lord's gonna get us back (x4)
I know, I know
Lord's gonna get us back (x4)
I know, I know
Lord's gonna get us back (x4)
I know, I know
Lord's gonna get us back (x4)

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Weeds blow tall on a broken train track
Ruth B. draws we're fixin' to get high
Maybe we'll hit the bluffs and find ourselves the same old rum

But everybody says this place is beautiful
And you'd be so crazy to say goodbye
But everything's the same this town is pitiful
And I'll be gettin' out as soon as I can fly

Life goes by on a Talihina sky

The hopped up boys are lookin' for their trouble
The knocked up girls, well they've all got their share

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