In "Make It Count," Kings of Leon trace a restless night through strip malls, rhinestone memories, and a close call in a bathroom stall, all while the pressure to act before time runs out keeps building. The bitter water and the need to leave home capture the cost of growing up and finding yourself alone. The repeated image of lowly creatures in a boiling pot frames life as an inescapable, shared struggle, making the chorus feel less like advice and more like a survival instinct.
Make It Count Lyrics by Kings of Leon
Talking inside baseball
Back of the strip mall ’til dawn
In rhinestone leather like your mother rode in on
I discovered a hangnail checking a voicemail on the phone
Bit it into the quick
Made my stomach feel sick and full of bone
The clouds just drifted on
Just lowly creatures in a boiling pot
Whether you like it or not
There’s no going back
What are you waiting for?
You only get one shot
Make it count
‘Cause the trains are running now
I encountered a rhino at the Pink Albino in a stall
Made it out unscathed, just a memory made and that’s all
The water tastes bitter, it’s much better at home
But I had to leave there the day that I was grown
To find myself alone
Just lowly creatures in a boiling pot
Whether you like it or not
There’s no going back
What are you waiting for?
You only get one shot
Make it count
‘Cause the trains are running now
Just lowly creatures in a boiling pot
Whether you like it or not
There’s no going back
What are you waiting for?
You only get one shot
Make it count
‘Cause the trains are running
Make it count
‘Cause the daylight’s burning
Make it count
‘Cause the trains are running now
