Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew W.K.
Vocals
Gregg Roberts
Bass Guitar
Jimmy Coup
Guitar
Frank Werner
Guitar
Erik Payne
Guitar
Donald Tardy
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew W.K.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew W.K.
Producer
John Fields
Co-Producer
Ryan Boesch
Recording Engineer
Dave Way
Mixing Engineer
Roger Lian
Editing Engineer
Letra
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.