The Ballad of Mike Haggar

To pry away the dagger’s edge, ‘Twas truly apt the city’s prayer, Be answered by its very mayor. His homeland sacked, his kin despoiled, His anger’s cauldron overboiled.
All who’d left this city scarred, Would taste the fist of Mike Haggar!


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