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.