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