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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Andrew W.K.
Chant
Gregg Roberts
Guitare basse
Jimmy Coup
Guitare
Frank Werner
Guitare
Erik Payne
Guitare
Donald Tardy
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrew W.K.
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Andrew W.K.
Production
John Fields
Co‑production
Ryan Boesch
Ingénierie de prise de son
Dave Way
Ingénierie de mixage
Roger Lian
Ingénierie de montage
Paroles
And if any last one of you
Wver likes to be part of this war
Part of it, you get out, you
Get out, you get out, one two oh
I met a lot of friends who were cool
But a lot of them were jerks
And when i found about the trouble I was causing
It only made me act even worse
I played a lot of horrible songs
Yeah, a lot of them were bad
And when I listen back to the way I used to play
It only made me even more mad
I used to take what I wanted for free
I only ever saw what I wanted to see
We were jerks, we were bad
And that's all I ever wanted to be
Tear it up, tear it up, tear it up, tear it up
Tear it up all night
Tear it up, up, up
Tear it up, tear it up all right
Come on, you've got none, you want it
You can't give in, you get out, you're bad come on
I never cared much about rules
And I did what I wanted in school
I hung out on my own, I went it alone
And i probably really looked like fool
But I did it like I'm top of the rope
And I'll do it like I'm top of the rope
Until i let go, until I let go
I'll always tear it up on my own
Written by: Andrew W.K.


