Kid Rock - God Save Rock n Roll lyrics
[Kid Rock - God Save Rock n Roll lyrics]
Boy next door not too complacent
Lost till he found how to pound the pavement
He walked like a saint lost far
In a world of sin
No mama to assure his situation
A misfit piss poor education
He talked a big game but
Never could seem to win
And southwest Detroit isn’t a place
To talk no trash
You can throw some dap but it’s
Best not to flash no cash you grow up quick
Fighting for the upper end of lower class
And sometimes ya feel like sand
In an hour glass hey there young man
You better dig down deep in your soul
You better learn to play and pray
God save rock and roll
He got a four-piece band for his graduation
A second hand van and they toured the nation
But no one seemed to ever wanna sing a long
They headed out west to find salvation
But the Sunset Strip’s a big temptation
The girls and cocaine seemed
To write every song
But east LA isn’t a place to talk no trash
You can play for tips but how
Long can that life last you grow up quick
Writing checks your ass can’t cash
And sometimes you feel like life’s
Moving way too fast hey there young man
You better dig down deep in your soul
You better find your way and pray
God save rock and roll
Yeah God, save rock and roll
If you could find a way I
Swear I won’t sell my soul
Hey God, save rock roll
Pave the way and hey God save rock n roll
He got pegged to be the next sensation
A big fat check for his aggravation
And a renegade spot tucked way
High up in the hills
His songs played strong on every station
And MTV in full rotation
And his garage was filled up
With big Cadillac DeVilles
He sold his soul it was fabrication
Found success but lost his patience
Because living on the road isn’t all
It’s cracked up to be
He got dropped in the middle of consolidation
His wife took half and then taxation
Left him right back at the alter on his knees
And southwest Detroit isn’t a place
To talk no trash hey mister big shot
How’s it feel to be back? Yeah you made it
Became a member of the upper class
Forgot your roots and made
Everybody kiss your ass hey there young man
I bet you never thought you'd get this old
I’m still trying to be, I’m
Still singing in key, i’m still living free
So fuck you all I said
Long live rock and roll!
Lost till he found how to pound the pavement
He walked like a saint lost far
In a world of sin
No mama to assure his situation
A misfit piss poor education
He talked a big game but
Never could seem to win
And southwest Detroit isn’t a place
To talk no trash
You can throw some dap but it’s
Best not to flash no cash you grow up quick
Fighting for the upper end of lower class
And sometimes ya feel like sand
In an hour glass hey there young man
You better dig down deep in your soul
You better learn to play and pray
God save rock and roll
He got a four-piece band for his graduation
A second hand van and they toured the nation
But no one seemed to ever wanna sing a long
They headed out west to find salvation
But the Sunset Strip’s a big temptation
The girls and cocaine seemed
To write every song
But east LA isn’t a place to talk no trash
You can play for tips but how
Long can that life last you grow up quick
Writing checks your ass can’t cash
And sometimes you feel like life’s
Moving way too fast hey there young man
You better dig down deep in your soul
You better find your way and pray
God save rock and roll
Yeah God, save rock and roll
If you could find a way I
Swear I won’t sell my soul
Hey God, save rock roll
Pave the way and hey God save rock n roll
He got pegged to be the next sensation
A big fat check for his aggravation
And a renegade spot tucked way
High up in the hills
His songs played strong on every station
And MTV in full rotation
And his garage was filled up
With big Cadillac DeVilles
He sold his soul it was fabrication
Found success but lost his patience
Because living on the road isn’t all
It’s cracked up to be
He got dropped in the middle of consolidation
His wife took half and then taxation
Left him right back at the alter on his knees
And southwest Detroit isn’t a place
To talk no trash hey mister big shot
How’s it feel to be back? Yeah you made it
Became a member of the upper class
Forgot your roots and made
Everybody kiss your ass hey there young man
I bet you never thought you'd get this old
I’m still trying to be, I’m
Still singing in key, i’m still living free
So fuck you all I said
Long live rock and roll!