Tear It Up Lyrics - The Bruisers

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