Kicks - Lou Reed

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 ...