Sex on Fire - Live from Cologne, Germany - February 2009

Where you're laying
 Don't make a sound
 I know they're watching
 They're watching
 All the commotion
 The kiddie like play
 Has people talking
 They're talking
 You, oh
 Your sex is on fire
 The dark of the alley
 Breaking of day
 The head while I'm driving
 I'm driving
 Soft lips are open
 Knuckles are pale
 Feels like you're dying
 You're dying
 You, oh
 Your sex is on fire
 Consumed, oh
 With what's to transpire
 Hot as a fever
 Rattling bones
 I could just taste it
 You taste it
 If it's not forever
 If it's just tonight
 Oh, it's still the greatest
 The greatest, the greatest
 And you, oh
 Your sex is on fire
 And you, oh
 Your sex is on fire
 Consumed, oh
 With what's to transpire
 And you, oh
 Your sex is on fire
 Consumed, oh
 With what's to transpire