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 ...