34 Dead St.

There Once Was a Feeling That All Was Wrong.
I'm a Shattered Young Fighter
With Hands Golden Tired I Take Another Round.
Resigned to Dealing That All Is Wrong.

Fights Have Gone Down By the Side of The
Road, Then Candy's Done Picked Me Up
Out of the Cold. If It's a Love-quest Then I
Fear to Stay Around. If It's a Slugfest
Then I'm Too Bad to Be Around Here.

What Do You Want Me to Do?