Rancid - Spirit Of '87 текст песни

Saturday,

Where else are you gonna go?

Ain't no way,

I'm gonna end up at the disco,

Make my way,

Through fist fights and stilettos,

To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Saturday,

Where else are you gonna go?

There's no way,

I'm gonna end up at the disco,

Make my way,

Through fist fights and stilettos,

To rock and roll, rock and roll, to rock and roll, rock and roll.

[Tim:] There's a club on the coast, where the kids get lost, and no one's gonna stay,

Yeah, shar Chuck T's and bleached Jeans with bigger mohawk hair,

Yeah, misfits and homeless kids call their home there,

Don't tell me it ain't real! Don't you fucking dare!

[Lars:] Yeah, punk style in the car, nothing going on,

Turn up my radio, cuz it's my favorite song,

There's a club on the coast where all the kids get along,

Skins and punx, and wayward ones,

Matt: Nothing could go wrong!

Saturday,

Where else are you gonna go?

There's no way,

I'm gonna end up at the disco,

Make my way,

Through fist fights and stilettos,

To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Saturday,

Where else are you gonna go?

There's no way,

I'm gonna end up at the disco,

Make my way,

Through fist fights and stilettos,

To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,

To rock and roll, rock and roll.

[Tim:] Do you know what, when I show up, there's gonna be some fucking action,

Show me the styles once in a while, that's the fucking attraction,

She said I'ma fuck 'em up, that's the satisfaction,

Matt: Bottle of red, straight ahead, detox transaction,

[Lars:] Hey! I'm sneaking outside in my neighborhood,

It was always understood,

I was running out from the Angels,

I was a little fucking hood!

Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood,

And didn't give a fuck if I was locked up, should be dead or in jail!

Saturday,

Where else are you gonna go?

There's no way,

I'm gonna end up at the disco,

Make my way,

Through fist fights and stilettos,

To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Saturday,

Where else are you gonna go?

There's no way,

I'm gonna end up at the disco,

Make my way,

Through fist fights and stilettos,

To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Everybody: Family turns their back on their son,

Now we're all alone,

Now we ain't got a home,

Now we're among our own!

Saturday,

Where else are you gonna go?

There's no way,

I'm gonna end up at the disco,

Make my way,

Through fist fights and stilettos,

To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Saturday,

Where else are you gonna go?

There's no way,

I'm gonna end up at the disco,

Make my way,

Through fist fights and stilettos,

To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll,

To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll

To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll

To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll

To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll

[fade out]

[Thanks to JMFLink@aol.com, aaron.Carpenter@usunwired.com for correcting these lyrics]