I gave you a warm meal
   You called me nice
I gave you a roof for the night
   You called me kind
I gave you a bed and a fleece blanket
   You called me compassionate
I gave you a set of clean clothes
   You called me thoughtful
I gave you money for necessities
   You called me generous

You said thank you
I called you a saint

You know,
Might as well give before they take
Drown 'em in honey and vice
They'll leave you empty, empty inside

Can't take nothing but love where you're going
And we'll all have to leave
So might as well give what you take

Don't make more empty because of your mistakes
Give more than they take