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 all the bros
Try for the girls, who try to tear these tight clothes
She got a hat and all he has is his asshole
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
Oh the London scene
Cause England's Queen makes you love the tales I breathe
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 thats the right move
Makes me feel like I'm the one who's moving you
The only one you see
Oh the London scene
Cause England's Queen makes you love the tales I breathe
And those the rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the King
The King they want to be
Writer(s): Jared Followill, Caleb Followill, Nathan Followill, Matthew Followill
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