Well it's midnight, [bad word] right
We're wound up too tight
I gotta fist full of whiskey
The bottle just bit me
That [bad word] makes me
Bat [bad word] crazy
We got no fear, no doubt
All in, balls out

We're going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We'll go until the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight

We're screamin' like demons
And swingin' from the ceiling
I gotta fistful of fifties
Tequila just hit me
No class no taste
No shirt 'n [bad word] faced
We got 'em lined up shot down
Firin' back straight crown

Tickin' like a time bomb
Drinkin' 'til the night's gone
Get your hands off this glass
Last call my [bad word] No chains no lock
N' this train won't stop
We got no fear, no doubt
All in, balls out