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