Текст песни Rancid - Spirit of '87 (Indestructible 2003)
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
[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 fucking dare
[Lars]
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
[Tim]
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
[Lars:]
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
