Fight! Fight! Fight! Lyrics - Singles - George Watsky

Chorus 

If you don't like me 

And it's looking likely 

I don't like you 

you'll have to fight me 

If you don't ease u 

then roll your sleeves up 

And we can meet outside right now 

Verse 1 

Spun a web of lies, took notes from charlotte 

throw a red herring, paint the white house scarlet 

Pennsylvania ave was the last red carpet 

then Bush relapsed like a rehabbed starlet 

(I feel carsick) Stop the Paris Hilton carousel 

hot as hell it smells like kerosene and caramel 

america's flaring and we're carrying a parasols 

paranoid of terror cells parents scared of aerosols 

Said if you care at all 

fight for the ones who fall 

Fight for the ones who can't 

Fight for the one for the all 

And fight for the ones who rep (yes) 

For the one percent 

at the bottom 

And against the one two one two step 

for ones who come correct 

I don't want to sit back 

with a big mac and a rack of natty ice 

six pack in my lap 

skinemax on blast 

sticking to the facts of life 

(Right) said If you're taller better follow who you're stepping on 

Cause I'll be brawling like the fighting irish leprechaun 

Verse 2 (Dahlak) 

verse 3 

I don't need a chart to see 

That I look hard to me 

No Chardonay pumping through my arteries 

My heart'll say 

I should take the harder way 

if I got a part to play, I won't make it Bartleby 

At least this Starter T is feeling like an armor piece 

The cloth is guarding me 

like it's righteous artistry 

So far to lead us to indagadenevita 

to seeking god in your freedom 

to god i gotta lead a vida bonita 

cause see to lead a beautiful life 

is more than eating, sleeping and meeting suitable wife 

you gotta fight! 

while luda's throwing bows in A-town 

I'll be throwing blows like little children on the playground 

Hey now, you should know the bay 

seeming sorta tame 

we can go insane 

If you're on lower plane like when a boeing lands 

My fist detaches at the wrist 

so I'll be throwing hands