So how do you get your kicks
When you're out on the town
I'm counting the stars
You know it's a lie just a chemical reaction
A one in a million chance of it happening
Don't want to rock the boat
But you're using me to pass the time
I'm trying to sleep but it's eating me up
The chance of survival is fifty to one
On and on it goes
Wrong place wrong guy
All I need now is to cancel it all
Knowing I'm not the first
Biding my time not spinning a line
or throwing a curse
So how do you get your kicks
'Cause people lie that it'll get better
But how can they say that
When I think how I think
The chances of winning are making me feel so bad
