Rancid - Spirit of '87 lyrics
[Rancid - Spirit of '87 lyrics]
Saturday, where else 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 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
There's a club on the coast
Where the kids get lost
And no one's gonna stare
Yeah, chuck T's and bleached jeans
With dayglow mohawk hair
Yeah, misfit's and homeless kids all
Call their home there
Don't tell me it ain't real
Don't you fucking dare
Yeah, punks pile in the car, nothing going on
Turn up the radio
'cause it's my favorite song
There's a club on the coast where
All the kids get along
Skins and punks and wayward ones
Nothing can go wrong
Saturday, where else 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 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
Do you know what, when I show up
There's gonna be some fucking action
So many styles, always so wild
That's the fucking attraction
She said "What? I'll fuck 'em up"
That's her satisfaction
Bottle of red, straight to the head
Detox transaction
Hell's Angel's ran my neighborhood
It was always understood
I was running errands for the Angels
I was a little fucking hood
Punk rock was my way out
It was always in my blood
I don't give a fuck if I was locked up
Should be dead or in jail!
Saturday, where else 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 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
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 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 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
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 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
There's a club on the coast
Where the kids get lost
And no one's gonna stare
Yeah, chuck T's and bleached jeans
With dayglow mohawk hair
Yeah, misfit's and homeless kids all
Call their home there
Don't tell me it ain't real
Don't you fucking dare
Yeah, punks pile in the car, nothing going on
Turn up the radio
'cause it's my favorite song
There's a club on the coast where
All the kids get along
Skins and punks and wayward ones
Nothing can go wrong
Saturday, where else 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 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
Do you know what, when I show up
There's gonna be some fucking action
So many styles, always so wild
That's the fucking attraction
She said "What? I'll fuck 'em up"
That's her satisfaction
Bottle of red, straight to the head
Detox transaction
Hell's Angel's ran my neighborhood
It was always understood
I was running errands for the Angels
I was a little fucking hood
Punk rock was my way out
It was always in my blood
I don't give a fuck if I was locked up
Should be dead or in jail!
Saturday, where else 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 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
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 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 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
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