Kicks - Lou Reed

Hey man, what’s your style?

How do you get your kicks for living?

Hey man, what’s your style?

How do you get your adrenaline flowing now?

How do you get your adrenaline 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 that stiletto, man, yeah

You did it so, ah, chic-like

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’s the final thing to do, now

Get somebody to come on to you

Then you just get somebody to

To now, now, come on to you

And then you kill 'em, yeah

You kill 'em, now, now

'cause I need kicks

Baby, baby, I need kicks, now

I’m getting bored, I need, need it, need it, need now, now some kicks

Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks

Hey man, what’s your style?

How do you get your kicks for living?

Hey man, what’s your style?

How do you get your adrenaline flowing now, now, now, now, now

How do you get your adrenaline flowing?

Hey man, what’s your style?

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, now, now, the way you’re living

In the newspaper …

You did it so, ah, 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, the final thing to do

Get somebody to come, come on to you, then

Get somebody to, ah, to come, come on to you

Then ya kill them now

Then ya kill him now, now

Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now

'Cause I need kicks

I need some kicks

I’m getting bored

I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks

Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks

Oh, give it now, kicks

Yeah, need some kicks

Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-kick-kicks

Oh, give it me now, now

Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks…