Fist Through This Town - Charlie Worsham

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