Fist Through This Town Songtext

Charlie Worsham

von Sugarcane

Fist Through This Town Songtext
Living in an attic, working in a basement
Scraping it together, pray we make the payment

Got my hero on the wall
Whiskey I can drink
A place to sit and wonder
Why I don't get paid to think

I wanna put my fist through this town
I ain't a fighter but I'd knock it to the ground
I ain't a killer but I'd let that bastard drown
I wanna put my fist through this town

She undresses in the dark, a barely burning fire
After a long night of short tips from the drunks and the vampires

Man, this ain't no fair fight at all
It's a kick in the teeth
She'd be the queen of these God-forsaken streets
If it was up to me

I wanna put my fist through this town
I ain't a fighter but I'd knock it to the ground
I ain't a killer but I'd let that bastard drown
I wanna put my fist through this town

For all the half-truths and flat-out lies
For every broken compromise
For all the "give it one more try"s
More than I can count, yeah

I wanna put my fist through this town
I ain't a fighter but I'd knock it to the ground
I ain't a killer but I'd let that bastard drown
I wanna put my fist through this town
I wanna put my fist through this town
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