Well if love’s what you want
Then I’ll give up and throw in the towel
And if blood’s what you want
Then I’ll grab it and wipe up the floor
And if peace is your goal
Then I’ll hang up my arms all around you
And if peace gets too boring
I’ll strike the first blow in the war

We’ve used up the classic retorts
So we try to find synonyms
How many ways can you
Tell me that we’re in a rut
How many ways can I ask you
To open your heart again
And how many ways can you tell me
To keep my mouth shut

Well if love’s what you want
Then I’ll give up and throw in the towel
And if blood’s what you want
Then I’ll grab it and wipe up the floor
And if peace is your goal
Then I’ll hang up my arms all around you
And if peace gets too boring
I’ll strike the first blow in the war

You made me a knight
That never knew when to stop fighting for you
And I made you a princess
That never knew when to shut up
You made me swear
That I’d take a bullet and die for you
And then we made love
And you told me it wasn’t enough

So if love’s what you want
Then I’ll give up and throw in the towel
But if blood’s what you want
Then I’ll grab it and wipe up the floor
And if peace is your goal
Then I’ll hang up my arms all around you
And if peace gets too boring
I’ll strike the first blow in the war

If I’m as wrong as you say
Then let me be fallible
And I’ll let you be right
About any damn thing that you please
Except when you tell me you think
That we’re incompatible
Cause you like finger on the trigger
And your men on their knees

So if love’s what you want
Then I’ll give up and throw in the towel
And if blood’s what you want
Then I’ll grab it and wipe up the floor
And if peace is your goal
Then I’ll hang up my arms all around you
And if peace gets too boring
I’ll strike the first blow in the war

Your two-headed dogs and the
Fire in your eyes make it palpable
When you’ve sipped all your whiskey
And tell me to go back to hell
My sober entreaties to reason
Never seem applicable
And your sloppy transitions to foreplay
Feel like a farewell

But if love’s what you want
Then I’ll give up and throw in the towel
And if blood’s what you want
Then I’ll grab it and wipe up the floor
And if peace is your goal
Then I’ll hang up my arms all around you
And if peace gets too boring
I’ll strike the first blow in the war