Love's gonna get you killed But pride's gonna be the death of you, and you and me And you, and you, and you and me And you, and you, and you and me And you, and you, and- Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care In another life, I surely was there Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care I care, I care Hell-raising, wheel-chasing, new worldly possessions Flesh-making, spirit-breaking, which one would you lessen? The better part, the human heart, you love 'em or dissect 'em Happiness or flashiness? How do you serve the question?