Tear It Apart
Ooooh, tear it apart!
Ooooh, t-t-t-tear it apart!
Ooooh, tear it apart!
Ooooh!
Two idiots in a shouting match—
Who's got the bigger gun?
Feel the radiation.
Two idiots in a shouting match
With the keys to kingdom come.
Feel the radiation.
Under the rocket's red, red glare,
Put your hands up if you got no
Reason left to care.
The future dies today,
So come on out and play, i've got
Nothing better to do than
Let you break my heart.
Sometimes, i think that we
Are beautiful machines.
Sometimes i think we were born
To tear the world apart.
Ooooh, tear it apart!
Ooooh, t-t-t-tear it apart!
Ooooh, tear it apart!
Ooooh!
Two idiots in a shouting match—
Who's got the bigger gun?
Feel the radiation.
Two idiots in a shouting match
With the keys to kingdom come.
Feel the radiation.
Throw back my head and
Open wide,
I'm taking one more drink
Before i hit the other side.
America in ruins,
So baby whatchu doin'?
I've got front row tickets, darling,
To the end of the world.
The moment we all feared:
Pop! goes the western hemisphere.
The fireworks are gonna be killer,
Baby that's for sure.
I used to think that we
Were beautiful machines,
We had nothing better to do
Than tear the world apart,
Tear it all apart,
Tear it all apart,
Tear it all apart!
Ooooh, t-t-t-tear it apart!
Ooooh, tear it apart!
Ooooh!
Two idiots in a shouting match—
Who's got the bigger gun?
Feel the radiation.
Two idiots in a shouting match
With the keys to kingdom come.
Feel the radiation.
Under the rocket's red, red glare,
Put your hands up if you got no
Reason left to care.
The future dies today,
So come on out and play, i've got
Nothing better to do than
Let you break my heart.
Sometimes, i think that we
Are beautiful machines.
Sometimes i think we were born
To tear the world apart.
Ooooh, tear it apart!
Ooooh, t-t-t-tear it apart!
Ooooh, tear it apart!
Ooooh!
Two idiots in a shouting match—
Who's got the bigger gun?
Feel the radiation.
Two idiots in a shouting match
With the keys to kingdom come.
Feel the radiation.
Throw back my head and
Open wide,
I'm taking one more drink
Before i hit the other side.
America in ruins,
So baby whatchu doin'?
I've got front row tickets, darling,
To the end of the world.
The moment we all feared:
Pop! goes the western hemisphere.
The fireworks are gonna be killer,
Baby that's for sure.
I used to think that we
Were beautiful machines,
We had nothing better to do
Than tear the world apart,
Tear it all apart,
Tear it all apart,
Tear it all apart!
Credits
Writer(s): David Edward Hanon V, Shawn Andrew Stafford, Steven Grant Marshall
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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