Kings of Leon - Sex on Fire
Well we are just about the hits this week aren't we. Dave has a look at those nasty Kings of Leon boys and their rough-and-tumble song, Sex on Fire.
Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
They're watching
The Followhill's it would appear, are being watched. I don't know if they're being spyed on by the government, for making a anti-Bush song, or if a local gang is keeping tabs on them, because of cheating them out of some hooky DVDs. It's uncertain to say but all I know is that they know that they are being watched.
All the commotion
The kiddie like play
Has people talking
They're talking
Ok I'm not sure if I like this talk about kiddie play. A bunch of grown men hanging round a kids playground is bound to get people talking, especially if some kind of surveillance van is following them inconspicuously. The scene sounds about as abstract as one could ever hope to see.
The fact they are world famous musicians too is bound to make sure people talk about these strange goings on.
You
Your sex is on fire
Oh my god! These guys have some very kinky games to play in spite of all the activity going on in the meantime. I'm more than familiar with the idea of tipping candle wax on a partner but actually setting them ablaze seems more like S&M to me. I know you may chastise me for knocking it before I try it, but quite frankly I'm not at all interested in sex games which lead to third degree burns.
Also don't they think this may blow their cover somewhat. After all, flaming sex is going to turn a few heads whether it's in the privacy of the bedroom or not. What are they going to tell the fire brigade?
Dark of the alley
The breaking of day
The head while I'm driving
I'm driving
I see the boys have had to retreat through a dark alley to lose whoever has been spying on them. Further to sneaking away from yet another grizzly murder - seriously what murderer nickname they will get for this something like, the passion flame killers or something equally as trite - they decide to drive away. However this isn't normal driving as it's hard to say if the car is on fire or not. Also why is it that the Followhill's have to keep saying what they're doing? It must spark a few family rows, on occasions where it gets annoying, which to be fair is a lot of the time.
Soft lips are open
Knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying
You're dying
Considering the person being sung about so far has been subjected to unspeakable acts of sexual abuse, death would seem inevitable. Also how is it that the King's have managed to survive this strange fetish. Could it be they're wearing an asbestos gimp suit?
And you
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's to transpire
The only thing I can see about to transpire is a trip to the burn unit...
Hot as a fever
Rattling bones
I can just taste it
Taste it
I can't say I've ever tasted bones before. I always imagined them to be too dry to liquidize. Maybe the Followhill's enjoy powdering the bones and having them with their morning coffee. It would certainly correspond with this talk about hot as a fever.
However, given their strange sexual practices they've talked about so far who's to say their supply of bones is completely legitimate. This begs the question, are there actually any hookers who offer this service?
If it's not forever
If it's just tonight
Oh it's still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest
I don't know what to say to this they've just burned someone to death and they act like they might get a second date out of this. I don't think compliments about them being the greatest are really any good now.
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