Give What You've Got

Get it all out, we might not have all day Won't you say what you mean, and mean what you say I don't care if it's damning, uneasy or blue If it's true for you, then it's gonna break through Even though baby, we're born to decay Even though feeling is transient, and all you would convey Is gonna wither away Now, whether you opt to supply or demand Whether you help or you hinder's immaterial to the plot You'll give what you've got...