Song Fist City . Singer Loretta Lynn. A you've been making. your brags around town. That you've been a loving. my man. But the man I love. when he picks up trash. He puts it in a garbage can
Pump your fist, pump your fist. Pump your fist, pump your fist. Pump your fist, pump your fist. Pump your fist, pump your fist Can you feel it, tension in the air? Racism, violence everywhere
Playin' on the hate team. Shut out, cut out of the mainstream Whose fist is this anyway?. Whose fist is this anyway?. Whose fist is this anyway?. Whose fist is this anyway? Whose fist is this anyway
God! Right . . . well, oh, fuckin' . . . Bozzio Beat this fuckin' surfist . . . Moire? No way, gato . . . O'Hearn Yeah, for Christ, beat it with your fist, for Christ . . .
alone we will never be. The two of us, are holding the key. We see today, what we couldn't see. Before I say goodbye to you one more last fist bump. I know you have been afraid before. But you don't have
on an hate, american style, kick. . This is the black collar song. Put it in your middle finger and sing along. Use your fist and not your mouth. (Come on, come on! Come on, come on!). This is
you've ever been. No mercy, it's the way of the fist. . Pre-Chorus. Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims. Sick and tired of the whole fuckin' world. . Chorus. I don't remember asking you
