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


On and on it goes

Wrong place wrong guy