Don't worry about your boy
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He's just stuck in a bad boy phase
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Got a new tattoo and an old guitar
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Gonna hit the streets and make his own way
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Tear it up, tear it up
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He's a suicide king running straight to hell
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Better believe that he's got a story to tell
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There's a cherry red born in '61
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The tires are flat and the rag top's torn
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He sees it everyday and knows some way
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Gonna gas it up and drive it away
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Tear it up, tear it up
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He's a suicide king running straight to hell
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Better believe that he's got a story to tell
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Howling at the moon at night
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His future's going up in flames
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Like the heart tattooed forever on his arm
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All messed up with no place to go
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Gonna point the car right at the moon
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With a suicide king as his good luck charm
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Suicide king running straight to hell
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Got a half a pint of courage and a story to tell
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Still got that old guitar and that old tattoo
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And that '61 caddy now he's got that too
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Tear It Up
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The Bruisers |