Kicks Lyrics - Reed Lou

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 ...