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