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Spirit of '87

Rancid19 Aug 2003

Spirit of '87 Lyrics

Spirit Of '87 - Rancid

Saturday

I saw ya can I 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

I saw ya can I 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

 

There's a club on the coast where the kids get lost

And no one's gonna stay

Yeah sharp T's and bleached jeans with bigger mohawk hair

Yeah misfits and homeless kids call their home there

Don't tell me it ain't real Don't you f**king dare

Yeah punk style in the car nothing going on

Turn up my 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 could go wrong

Saturday

I saw ya can I 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

I saw ya can I 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

Do you know what when I show up there's gonna be some f**king action

Show me the styles once in a while that's the f**king attraction

She said I'ma f**k 'em up that's the satisfaction

Matt: Bottle of red straight ahead detox transaction

Hey I'm sneaking outside in my neighborhood

It was always understood

I was running out from the Angels

I was a little f**king hood

Punk rock was my way out it was always in my blood

And didn't give a f**k if I was locked up should be dead or in jail

Saturday

I saw ya can I 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

I saw ya can I 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

I saw ya can I 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

I saw ya can I 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

 

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