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 you drive your car 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, you
You did it so, ah, cheaply
What'd I think about it?
When the blood come-a-down his neck
Don't you know it was, uh, far better than sex
Now, now, now
It was way better than getting laid—‘cause it's the
Final thing to do, now
Get somebody to, uh, come on to you
Then you just
Get somebody to now now come on to you and then You kill them, yeah
You kill them, uh huh

'Cause I need kicks
Hey 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, give it to me now, now, kicks