� Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh � � I hate this bar, I hate this town � � I always find you in this crowd � � Whiskey double, ginger back � � Numb me up before I crack � � The day's been just a losing fight � � I'm drunk in Hollywood tonight � � You got me in the palm of your hand � � Maybe I will lose who I am � � Cause I'm only hanging on by a string � � You ain't ready to cut me free � � Got me in the palm of your hand � � Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh � � Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh � � Baby, all your words, they kill � � And I've run out of all these pills � � I'm getting thinner, getting tired � � I give an inch, 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 hand � � Maybe I will lose who I am � � Cause I'm only hanging on by a string � � You ain't ready to cut me free � � Got me in the palm of your hand � � Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh � � Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh � � Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh � � Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh � � Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh � � You shot this plane, it's going down � � I hate this bar, I hate this town � Thanks for watching!