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

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