Texty: Kings of Leon. Beneath The Surface.

Degrade me
My purpose
Bury me
Beneath the surface

I'm scratching
I'm clawing
Trying hard
To make them pay

Can't stand me
Beside me
Kid you not
Your kiss sure killed me

The cold of
My barrel
Never sees
The light of day

Call me, call me
You could only hurt the story
Call me, call me
I'll be there to shine a light

The smell
On the speakers
Sweaty ballroom
Dancing fever

They gather
In numbers
Ever for
A closer view

The cease fire
The weaker
Hair so red
I couldn't keep her

The dogs hound
The neighbors
Everything was
Blown away

Call me, call me
You could only hurt the story
Call me, call me

I'll be there
To shine a light

Machine, machines
Point me to the nearest party
You'll see, you'll see
Baby, it's the only way

Call me, call me
You could only
Call me, call me
I'll be there

Machines, machines
Point me to the nearest party