Lyrics Fist Through This Town - Charlie Worsham

Fist Through This Town

Living in an attic, working in a basement
Scraping it together, pray we’d make the pain mend
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 sure 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-truth flat-out lies
For every broken compromise
For all the «give it one more try»
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