Living For Kicks

Stood on the corner of Nelson Street
Like cats on a hot tin roof
Looking for trouble, waiting not so patiently
One pack of fags
Two left
Three people that think that they're the best

Sat on a wall, four young men have been drinking
Poor mum and dad are none the wiser
But the entire road know what they were thinking
And they don't take kindly to criticism
But they can tell you their cousin went to prison

Living for kicks
Isn't that what it's always been about?
Living for kicks
The subconscious idea that's in everyone

A boy and a girl walk down by the river
As the world seemingly circles just for the two of them
Had enough of the small talk and nervous laughter
As they intertwine hands and confess their love
She prays it ain't cheap so they can get along

Living for kicks
Isn't that what it's always been about?
Living for kicks
The subconscious idea that's in everyone

And it's that something that we all know
That has the potential to sway which way life goes
Different kinds do it different ways
But when it comes down to it we're just looking for the same old thing

And from the day that we are born
There's the question of "What do we live for?"

Living for kicks
Isn't that what it's always been about?
Living for kicks
The subconscious idea that's in everyone
Living for kicks
Isn't that what it's always been about?
Living for kicks
The finer meaning of what we do



Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Orton
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