Woah, woah O hate this bar, I hate this town I always find you in this crown Whiskey double ginger back Numb me up before I crack The day's been just a losing fight Drunken Hollywood tonight You got me in the palm of yours hands Maybe I will lose who I am Cos they're only hanging on by a string You ain't ready to cut me free Got me in the palm of your hands Woah, woah Baby all your words they kill And I've run out of all these pills I'm getting thinner, getting tired I'm giving in and you take a mile And I can't keep going back and forth Real love ain't no swinging door You got me in the palm of your hands Maybe I will lose who I am Cos they're only hanging on by a string You ain't ready to cut me free Got me in the palm of your hands Woah, woah Woah, woah You shot this plane it's going down I hate this bar, I hate this town