All Tore Up

We were a blown out of wicked proportions An accidental company If we said, we're gonna go out and get all tore up tonight Then we did, we got a little happenin' Player tonight's the night's 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 you open concepts" You player 'Fuck-up 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 Player tonight's the night's right Don't clear the place Sweep up a little on your way out You might make it If your tonight's the night's 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 --- All Tore Up - The Tragically Hip