Lletres: Tragically Hip. All Tore Up.

We were a blown out of wicked proportions
An accidental company
If we said, we're gonna go out and get all tore up tonight
Then we did, we got a little happenin'

Player tonight's the night's right
And don't clear the place
Sweep up a little on your way out
You might make it

With Dottie, the bluegrass singer
Baring her local breast
Singing, "You want an open concept
I'll give you open concepts"

You player 'Fuck-up nows' right
And don't clear the place
Wreak some havoc on the way out
You might make it
?Drink up folks it's getting on time to close?

They said,"We don't even like you", "I'm with you", I said
Perhaps you think the road is a means to an end
Where it's a living in the end
The living end, the living image of the end

Player tonight's the night's right
Don't clear the place
Sweep up a little on your way out
You might make it

If your tonight's the night's right
You don't clear the place
Sweep up a little on your way out
You might make it

Tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight
Tonight's the night, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight

Tonight's the night, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight's the night, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight