One Hell of a Prize Fighter

and I can't see why you're cryin loud. Right down the street you're walking proud. You fiend. You crave. You're trippin now. so in the street you're lyin down. Wasted down on the couch. Wasted now you're in doubt. The sun strikes back. Beathing. To burn you down. Melting. and in your room. Wasted. You're in full bloom. and I told you... You're going down. You spit a mouthful of lies. Another spirit dies.I'm gunna soften you up. You spit a mouthful of lies. I cut you under the eyes. You're just here for the serving. Wasted down on the couch. Wasted now you're in doubt. Scatter brained and hopeless, you're so godless and sick. Now friends are dust. Scatter brained and hopeless, you're so godless and sick. Well here's your misery. Won't live to breath another day. And watch you sleep in your river. I told you right from the start... I had to settle the score. You were gunna get it. I think you spoke to soone its time to lick your wounds. My fist made the connection. I think you spoke to soon. It's time to lick your wounds. Your pain will be my infliction. You came to me in acid bath. Come clean. You fucking junkie. I'm gunna throw you away. You came to me in acid bath. Come clean. You fucking sellout. I'm gunna put you away. I think you spoke to soon. its time to lick your wounds. My fist made the connection. I think you spoke to soon. It's time to lick your wounds. Your pain will be my infliction.