The Kills - 103 Lyrics

Last days in LA

Save me baby from strange times

You catch me cooking in the kitchen looking

Into the fire




Lover brother baker

Burnin' at the stake-er

Stick with me

Under the last palm tree

And sip a little water

From the dirty fountain meant to be

The sum of it all




Oh oh oh

Keep me on the tip of your tongue

Oh oh oh

It's 1-0-3 in the sun




You don't know what you got

Or what you want

When LA's hot

It seems to make you so damn low




You don't know what you want

Or how to stop

When LA's not

What you seen in me before




But I, I blame it on the sun

Yeah I, I blame it on the sun




These nights we've been tearing

Are temporary

But spit shines

Surfing the current

On an 80 proof serpent

Your red eyes




Lover brother raider hot rod-er

Souped up to the 9's

Sitting on blocks

And every elevator in the city

Says it's going up

When it's on the rocks




Oh oh oh

Keep me on the tip of your tongue

Oh oh oh

It's 1-0-3 in the sun




You don't know what you got

Or what you want

When LA's hot

It seems to make you so damn slow




You don't know what you want

Or how to stop

When LA's not

What you seen in me before




But I, I blame it on the sun

Yeah I, I blame it on the sun



Yeah I, I blame it on the sun

Yeah I, I blame it on the sun