Tear This Place Apart
by West
Written by Bill and James West

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A boring day of TV
Another lousy beer
Another crappy day at work
So I ran away from here
I really couldn't stand the thought
Of spending one more day
Running down this rutted road
I had to get away
Then somewhere in the distance
There came a mighty sound
Rumbling, thundering, guitars, drums
Were laying that groove down
We found ourselves inspired
Rock 'n roll did move our heart
The muse prevailed upon us
Now let's Tear This Place Apart

With Fender Strats and Marshall stacks
And all the tools we need
The stage is set, with bated breath
Let's make some eardrums bleed
A mind's a terrible thing to waste
Let's kick this thing up higher
Or aim a little lower
And we'll set your pants on fire
The balcony is melting
And the house is burning down
Police Chief's at a cheap motel
And the Fire Chief's out of town
They got pitchforks, they got torches
Flip the switch, it's time to start
So count it down and rip that chord
Let's Tear This Place Apart

From Denver to Atlanta
And all points in between
From the East Coast to the West Coast
Sea to shining sea
Five thousand screaming lunatics
It's really quite a sight
Another fifteen hundred waitin' at the door
To Rock and Roll all night
There's blood stains on the fret board
The cymbal's cracked and bent
And yet they all become witness to
This historical event
The P-bass has seen better days
The equipment van won't start
We'll crank it to eleven
And we'll Tear This Place Apart

Tina West - Vocals
Bill West - Guitar / Bass
James West - Guitar / Keyboard / Drums

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