Letra de Tear It Up

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