All Tore Up

We were a blow out of wicked proportions

An accidental company

If we said, "We were going to go out and get all tore up tonight"

Then we did, we got a little happening

Play your tonight's the nights right

And don't clear the place

Sweep up a little on your way out

We might make it

With Dottie the bluegrass singer

Baring her local breasts

Singing, "You want an open concept?

I'll give you open concepts"

You play your fuck off nows right

And don't clear the place

Wreak some havoc on the way out

You might make it

"Drink up, folks, it's getting on time to close"

They said, "We don't even like you"

"I'm with you," I said

Perhaps you think the road is a means to an end

Where it's a living in the end

The living end, the living image of the end

Play your tonight's the nights right

And don't clear the place

Sweep up a little on your way out

You might make it

If your tonight's the nights right

And you don't clear the place

Sweep up a little on your way out

You might make it

Tonight's the night

Tonight's the night tonight

Tonight, tonight, tonight

Tonight's the night tonight

Tonight's the night tonight

Tonight, tonight, tonight

Tonight's the night tonight

Tonight's the night tonight