Lyrics:

Hey man, what's your styleHow you get your kicks for livingHey man, what's your styleHow you get your adrenalin flowing nowHow you get your adrenalin flowingHey man, what's your styleI love the way, try to call nowHey man, what's your styleI ain't jealous of the way you're livingI ain't jealous of the way you're livingWhen you cut that dude with just a little maniaYou did it so .. ahWhen the blood comma' down his neckDon't you know it was better than sex, now, now, nowIt was way better than getting mean'Cause it was the final thing to do, nowGet somebody to come on to youAnd then you just get somebody to ..To now, now, come on to youAnd then you kill themYou kill them, now, now, cause I need kicks ...I'm getting bored, I n-n-n-need now, now some kicksOh, give it, give it, give it to me now, kicksYou know, I love the way you drive your car nowHey man, what's your styleI ain't jealous of the way you're livingAin't jealous of the way you're livingWhen your slayed that cat that nightYou did it so crudely, nowWith that blood coming down his chestIt was way better than sex, now, nowIt was way better than getting meanIt was the final thing to doGet somebody to came, come on to you, thenGet somebody to come on to youBetter kill them nowBetter kill him now, nowYeah, kill him now, nowKill him now, now'Cause I need kicksYeah, n-n-n-n-n-n-n-need some kicksN-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-need some kicksOh come on, give me kicksKicks, kicks ...