Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Farrell
Songwriter
Thomas Oliver Gorton
Songwriter
James Michael Cardus
Songwriter
Daniel Thomas Atherton
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ripped jeans & and uppercut
We were lighting up
The outside
They didn't notice us
She was in the car
Waiting for the go
Slamming of the door
Tells her we can hit the road
Did you take it all
Did you take away
Everything they took from us
While you were getting straight
Let me tell you
Ripped jeans & an uppercut
Ripped jeans & an uppercut
Wait for nothing
Wait for nothing
Take it
You gotta take something
You gotta take it x2
Cover up the broken tail light
You could see the red
Flicker from the seventh sin at night
Hand around my neck
Tight around my throat
Money on the bed
While the floor was filled with clothes
We should take it all
We should take away
Everything they took from you
While you were getting straight
Let me tell you
Ripped jeans & an uppercut
I love her more than her mother does
You gotta take something
You gotta take it x2
Now there's blood on my shirt
Just to make things worse
Yeah there blood on my shirt
There's blood on my shirt x2
You gotta take something
You gotta take it x4
Written by: Daniel Thomas Atherton, Fred Farrell, James Michael Cardus, Thomas Oliver Gorton