Frye Lyrics & Chords By Ken Mode

Feed me this massive impact.
I've got my hat on, my shoes tied tight; I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
I'll wager my shins beat your fists; but that's not the battle you had in mind, was it?
Either way, I'm not impressed, and I don't play to lose.
My guard is down; eyes focused; stance strong.
Oh was it worth it?
Maybe not, but I'll go down swinging as hard as I can.