You say you want a little more

Here are your walking shoes

You talk about the give and get

How ‘bout the win and lose?

Given a choice to kill or be killed

Be killed

Be killed

Be killed

I guess I'll have to pretty my face

And hang out in the market of love

Go find something that's delicate and rare

That wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole

Given a choice to kill or be killed

Be killed

Be killed

Be killed

Why always the losing side of town

Coupled with a lack of self-control?

Love can send you crumbling to the ground

So you have to let it go

Given a choice to kill or be killed

Be killed

Be killed

Be killed