| Lyrics: | Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what's your
style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey
man, what's your style
I love the way, try to call now
Hey man, what's your style
I
ain't jealous of the way you're living
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
When you cut
that dude with just a little mania
You did it so .. ah
When the blood comma' down his
neck
Don't you know it was better than sex, now, now, now
It was way better than getting
mean
'Cause it was the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
And then
you just get somebody to ..
To now, now, come on to you
And then you kill them
You kill
them, now, now, cause I need kicks ...
I'm getting bored, I n-n-n-need now, now some
kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it to me now, kicks
You know, I love the way you drive
your car now
Hey man, what's your style
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
Ain't
jealous of the way you're living
When your slayed that cat that night
You did it so crudely,
now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was
way better than getting mean
It was the final thing to do
Get somebody to came, come on to
you, then
Get somebody to come on to you
Better kill them now
Better kill him now,
now
Yeah, kill him now, now
Kill him now, now
'Cause I need kicks
Yeah,
n-n-n-n-n-n-n-need some kicks
N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-need some kicks
Oh come on, give me
kicks
Kicks, kicks ... |
