All Tore Up

We were a blow-out of wicked proportions
An accidental company
We said, We were gonna 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, you might make it

With Dottie, the bluegrass singer
Baring her local breast
Singing, You want an open concept!?
I'll give ya 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
When it's a living in the end, the living end
The living image of the end
Play your tonight's the nights right
Don't clear the place
Sweep up a little on your way out, you might make it

If your tonight's the nights right
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's the night, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight's the night, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight's the night, tonight

Tonight, tonight, tonight