Because of the Times Album

Artist(s): Kings of Leon

Cover Art

Kings of Leon Because of the Times Cover Art

Tracklist

Knocked Up

length: 7:11
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill

I don't care what nobody says
We're gonna have a baby
Taking off in a Coupe de Ville
She's buckled up on navy

She don't care what her momma says
No she gonna have my baby
Taking all that I have to take
This takings gonna shake me

People call us renegades
'Cause we like living crazy
We like takin on the town
Cause people's getting lazy

I don't care what nobody says
No I'm gonna be her lover
Always mad and you's a drunk
But I love her like no other

And in the dark we say we don't know
Where we're gonna go
I'm a ghost and I don't think I quite know
Where we're gonna go
Where were gonna go

People call us renegades
Cause we like living crazy
We like takin on the town
'Cause people's getting lazy

I don't care what nobody says
No I'm gonna be her lover
Always mad and you's a drunk
But I love her like no other

And her daddy he says he don't know
Where we're gonna go
I'm a ghost and I don't think I quite know
Where we're gonna go
Where we're gonna go
Where we're gonna go
Where we're gonna go

People call us renegades
We like takin on this town

I don't care what nobody says
We're gonna have a baby
Takin off in a Coupe de Ville
She's buckled up on navy

She don't care what her momma says
No she gonna have my baby
I'm takin' all I have to take
This takings gonna shape me

Charmer

length: 2:57
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
engineer: Lowell Reynolds
additional engineer: Brent Rawlings and Christopher Followill
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
She's such a charmer oh no
She's such a charmer oh no
She's always looking at me
She's always looking at me
She's such a charmer oh no
Oh no

She stole my karma oh no
Sold it to the farmer oh no
She's always looking at me
She's always looking at me
She's such charmer oh no
Oh no

Born in West Virginia oh no
Married to the preacher oh no
She's always looking at me
She's always looking at me
She's such a charmer oh no
Oh no

She's always looking at me
She's always looking at me
She's such a charmer oh no
Oh no

On Call

length: 3:22
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
engineer: Lowell Reynolds
assistant engineer: Christopher Followill and Brent Rawlings
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
She said call me now baby,
And I'd come a running,
She said call me now baby,
And I'd come a running,
If you'd call me now baby,
I'd come a running

I'm on call,
So be there,
One and all
To be there,
When I fall,
To pieces,
Don't you know,
I'll be there waiting

I'm gonna brawl
So be there,
One for all,
Be there,
When they fall,
To pieces,
Don't you know,
I'll be there laughing

I'll come a running,
I come a running,
I've come a running,

Be there!

I'm on call
So be there

I'm on call to be there!

McFearless

length: 3:10
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
Strange, living with a name
They get the best of me
But I'm not walking away
I don't complain
Not that much to change
But they keep testing me
And I get beat in the face

But there they go
I'mma hit the road
And what would I care
Hell I ain't goin nowhere
I got the rain
The curse always made up
And make a play up

So I know I'mma show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my soul

And every single girl
Sitting on a pretty thing
I ain't seekin to have
It's safe to say
If I don't get this out of me
I might quite easily
End up dead or just mad

Cross my 'T''s
Try to dot my 'I''s
But that's just blind of me
I ain''t livin that way
I roll my sleeves
And make a better man of me
I might easily just give up on the show

It's my show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my show

I must show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my show

It's my show
It's my show

Black Thumbnail

producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
My cold, cold sailor heart says, "Get on your way."
I ain't too proud to say it but that's how I'm made
I'll be that person 'till my dying day
I try so awful hard but I can't change

From runways to the road I ramble alone
This thumbnail sized heart is black as coal
Though beauty it still bring me to my knee
Don't waste a tear on me this my disease

Don't leave no smell on me
Don't leave no smell on me
I've run off in your sleep
Don't leave no smell on me

Those preppy boys in blue they're making fun of us
So we take it to the street 'cause we're an ornery cuss
But we're not here to make your children bleed
We're here to come around with the tumbleweed

Don't leave no smell on me
Don't leave no smell on me
I've run up in your sleeve
Don't leave no smell on me

Now guitar, go get her

Don't take these boots off me when you thinking I'm dead
I'll still be running from demon in my head
I'll be that person 'till my dying day
I try so awful hard but I can't change

Don't leave no smell on me
Don't leave no smell on me
I know I'm up your sleeve
Don't leave no smell on me

Don't leave no

My Party

length: 4:11
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
It's changing all to yellow
And it's carvin a path
So now we're on our way

It's takin us some journeys
While we wipe away frowns in the most crowded place
Say why you never call me man you never seem to call now that I'm okay
I'll beat you in the end and don't you ever turn around cause here comes the comin' of age

Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party
Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party

A cocky look emerges as you question my mood
Cause you ain't got no taste
You talking bout my baby I could flip you upside down
And I could mop this place

Say why you never sorry no you never seen my calling right in front your face
I smoke you in the end and don't you ever turn around cause here's that comin' of age

Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party
Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party
Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party
Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party

Ooooooh
Ooooooh

Ooooooh she saw my party
Ooooooh she saw my party
Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party
Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party
Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party
Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party
Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party
Ooooooh she saw my party
She saw my party

True Love Way

length: 4:03
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
I want in like a substitute
I've been working awful hard for you
But you don't say, you just hold your breath
So I can't touch what I haven't yet
She's a cold one and it hurts me so
And it's a dark path and a heck of a cold
And she can feel me just like she did before

Oh we'd be so free
Happy alone
Sharing a smile
So far from home

Push in and I pull it away
It's a hard part but the true love way
Girl you want it like I want it now
With your smart mouth and your killer hands
We could both share all that I have made
For a young man it's a heck of a wage
And I feel crazy when I see your face

Oh oh oh oh ho oh

'Cause we'd be so free
Happy alone
Sharing a smile
So far from home
And we would laugh
Laugh till we cried
Making a song
Making a lie

And people say I'm crazy for walking this town
And people say I'm bigger for walking this town
And people say maybe they're just wandering around
And people say I'm bigger for walking a'

And we'd be so free
So happy alone
Sharing a smile
So far from home
And we would laugh
Laugh till we cried
Making a song
Making a lie
Happy alone

Ragoo

length: 3:02
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
I want to say it's to me to change the world
And I wanna play till they kicking down the doors
And I'll be alright as long as I ain't seen it all
And I'mma hold you tight to that night we had a ball
We had a ball

Here's to the kids out there smoking in the streets
They're way too young but I'm way too old to preach
They know it all but they still ain't seen the truth
Just play my song and I'll show it all to you

Either way you caught me with your lyin'
You caught me whilst a lyin'
You caught me with my pants down

My papa's slave had to go and fight the war
He'd beat 'em all then he took 'em all to court
My papa called and he said do you remember me
Now he's working awful hard at his factory

Either way you caught me with your lyin'
You caught me whilst a lyin'
You caught me with my pants down

We hang even into the ocean
We been running barefoot this spring
We been running barefoot through this spring
We hang even into the ocean

(We ain't even been to the ocean
We been running barefoot in the stream
We been running barefoot through this street
We hang even into the ocean)

Fans

length: 3:37
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
Home grown
Rock to the rhythm, and bop to the beat of the radio
You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role
You can play with me

And all the bros
Try for the courage and try for charity's tight clothes
She got a hat and all he has is his *******
She'll be a' boppin to me

And her hair-do
He knows the lipstick kisses, oh yeah that's the right move
Make me feel like I'm the one who moves you
The only one you see

Now take me down
Don't you let those tears quench the thirsty ground
Don't you be so scared that you can't make a sound
Make a sound for me

All of London sings
Cause England's swings and they sure love the tales I bring
You know the rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the King
The King they want to see

Home grown
Rock to the rhythm, and bop to the beat of the radio
You ain't gotta sing but you got the face to play the role
You can play with me

And her hair-do
And those lipstick kisses, oh yeah that's the right move
Makes me feel like I'm the one who's moving you
The only one you see

All of London sings
Cause England's swings and they sure love the tales I bring
And those the rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the King
The King they want to be

The Runner

length: 4:17
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
Hard times as we go
We know what times will change
I talked to Jesus
Jesus says I'm okay

Pushin' and jumpin'
Jumpin' the mountain range
And in a railroad
Railroad from Hell to Maine

While she says she's on her own
I'll be pacin on the phone
Sneakin on the train come back

Awful sick and tired of the gang
She comes from nothing
Hopin for a taste of fame
She's got a birthmark
A birthmark the shape of Maine

While she says she's on her own
I'll be pacin' on the phone
Sneakin' on the train come back

Awful sick and tired of the gang
And it's cold and it's cold and it's cold and it's cold when you're near
Cold when you're near any bottle
And it's cold and it's cold and it's cold when you're near
Cold when you're near any bottle
And it's cold and it's cold and it's cold when you're near
Cold when you're near any bottle

Hard times as we go
We know where times will change
I talk to Jesus
Jesus everyday

Hard times as we go

Trunk

length: 3:58
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
Well I got
What she wants
Ah her nose
A tied knot
I got one mile of gold
On down the road
On down the road

Well she got
What I want
And she knows
What I'm not
And I got one mile of gold
On down the road
On down the road

She sang:
Whooooooo
Whooooooo
Whooooooo
Whooooooo
She got
What I want
And she knows
What I'm not
And I got one mile of gold
On down the road
On down the road

She sang:
Whooooooo
Whooooooo
Whooooooo
Whooooooo

Whooooooo
Whooooooo
Whooooooo
Whooooooo
Whooooooo
Whooooooo
Whooooooo

Camaro

length: 3:07
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
She look so cool in her new Camaro
It's black as coal and it goes boy, go go go
I brought my fight next to her Camaro
And when I fire on a smile then she blows, she blows

I'm makin' eyes through my sharp sunglasses
She's such a brat now I'm packin' her cigarettes
I guess I'll take off these great sunglasses
It makes her look me in the eye before she's taken away

So cool in her new Camaro
It's black as coal and it goes boy, go go go
She looks so cool in that new Camaro
So black as coal and it goes, no it go go go

She look so cool in her new Camaro
It's black as coal and it goes boy, go go go
I brought my fight next to her Camaro
And when I fire on a smile then she blows, she blows
She blows, she blows

Arizona

length: 4:51
producer: Ethan Johns and Angelo Petraglia
composer: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
lyricist: Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Nathan Followill
That taste
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Just too dumb to surrender
She shakes Like a mornin railway checking me out
Someone on her shoulder
The lamp
Flickers in the bedroom
She must feel it's awkward
Or it's Arizona
Now go
Stand up to a giant
Say that I'm a fighter
Too drunk to surrender
To drunk to remember
Shake hands
My face
Is layin' on the pavement
Tastin' something awful I hate when that happens
She'll wave
Bein' then that it's sexy,
She must be plum crazy
I kinda think I like her
I kinda think I do