Song | Spirit of '87 |
Artist | Rancid |
Album | Indestructible |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Armstrong, Carlock ... | |
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:Theres a club in the coast where the kids get lost and no ones gonna stare, | |
Chuck t's bleached jeans and dayglow mowhawk hair, | |
Misfits and homless kids all call their home there, | |
Don't tell me it ain't real, | |
Don't you fuckin dare. | |
Lars:10 punx pile in the car, | |
Nothin goin on, | |
Turn up the radio cause its my favorite song, | |
Theres 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 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) |
zuo ci : Armstrong, Carlock ... | |
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: Theres a club in the coast where the kids get lost and no ones gonna stare, | |
Chuck t' s bleached jeans and dayglow mowhawk hair, | |
Misfits and homless kids all call their home there, | |
Don' t tell me it ain' t real, | |
Don' t you fuckin dare. | |
Lars: 10 punx pile in the car, | |
Nothin goin on, | |
Turn up the radio cause its my favorite song, | |
Theres 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 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 |
zuò cí : Armstrong, Carlock ... | |
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: Theres a club in the coast where the kids get lost and no ones gonna stare, | |
Chuck t' s bleached jeans and dayglow mowhawk hair, | |
Misfits and homless kids all call their home there, | |
Don' t tell me it ain' t real, | |
Don' t you fuckin dare. | |
Lars: 10 punx pile in the car, | |
Nothin goin on, | |
Turn up the radio cause its my favorite song, | |
Theres 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 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 |