Spirit of 87 - Rancid

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To 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 stare,
Yeah, chuck T's and bleached jeans with dayglow mohawk hair,
Yeah, misfits and homeless kids all call their home there,
Don't tell me it ain't real! Don't you f_cking dare!
[Lars:] Yeah, punk style in the car, nothing going on,
Turn up the 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 can go wrong!

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To 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 f_cking action,
So many styles, always so wild, that's the f_cking attraction,
She said "What? I'll f_ck 'em up", that's her satisfaction,
[Matt:] Bottle of red, straight to the head, detox transaction.
[Lars:] Hell's Angel's ran my neighborhood,
It was always understood,
I was running errands for the Angels,
I was a little f_cking hood!
Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood,
I don't give a f_ck if I was locked up, should be dead or in jail!

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To 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 you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To fist fights and stilettos,
To rock and roll, rock and roll.

Saturday,
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco,
Make my way,
To 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]

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