New Kind of Thrill

Floating off the coast of Mexico
On a rafter
I reckon there must be a couple of million down there
And though I, cannot swim
We can learn together
Eating nothing but the sun and the lives of our
Caipirihnas

Oh I feel alive
Yeah I feel alive

You [bad word] honey
Yeah you [bad word] You [bad word] honey cos the only thing they give you
From a swing is if you get up [bad word] 
You [bad word] You [bad word] You [bad word] You [bad word] You [bad word] 
Your blood in your hair
Honey there's that sound in my ears
But I'm still trying to survive
Oh I'm trying to breathe

I feel alive
Yeah I feel alive

You [bad word] honey
Yeah you [bad word] You [bad word] honey cos the only thing they give you
From a swing is if you get up [bad word] 
Oh yeah
If you get up [bad word] Oh yeah
If you get up [bad word] Oh yeah
If you get up [bad word] Oh yeah
If you get up and

I need a new kind of thrill
She said to me
So I feel alive
And though there's nothing that I wouldn't try
You just don't it get it

I need a new kind of thrill
I need a new kind of thrill
I need a new kind of thrill
I need a new kind of thrill

So I feel alive
Oh I feel alive
I feel alive
Yeah I feel alive