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Tear It Up lyrics
Don t worry about your boy
He s just stuck in a bad boy phase
Got a new tattoo and an old guitar
Gonna hit the streets and make his own way
Tear it up, tear it up
He s a suicide king running straight to hell
Better believe that he s got a story to tell
There s a cherry red born in 61
The tires are flat and the rag top s torn
He sees it everyday and knows some way
Gonna gas it up and drive it away
Tear it up, tear it up
He s a suicide king running straight to hell
Better believe that he s got a story to tell
Howling at the moon at night
His future s going up in flames
Like the heart tattooed forever on his arm
All messed up with no place to go
Gonna point the car right at the moon
With a suicide king as his good luck charm
Suicide king running straight to hell
Got a half a pint of courage and a story to tell
Still got that old guitar and that old tattoo
And that 61 caddy now he s got that too
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