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 pa** 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
On and on it goes
Wrong place wrong guy