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.