"Spirit Of '87" lyrics - RANCID

RANCID

"Spirit Of '87"

Saturday, where else are you gonna go
Theres no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way, to fist fights and stilletos
To rock and roll, rock and roll

Saturday, where else are you gonna go
Theres no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way, to fist fights and stilletos
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 kids get lost and no ones gonna stare
Chuck T's, bleached jeans with dayglow mohawk hair
Misfits and homeless kids all call their home there
Don't tell me it aint real
Don't you fucking dare
10 punks pile 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 punks and wayward ones
Nothing can go wrong

Saturday, where else are you gonna go
Theres no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way, to fist fights and stilletos
To rock and roll, rock and roll

Do you know what?
When I show up there's gonna be some fuckin action
So many styles, always so wild
That's the fuckin attraction
She said what, I'll fuck 'em up
That's the satisfaction
Bottle of reds straight to the head, detox transaction
Hells angels ran my neighborhood
It was always understood
I was runnin errands for the angels
I was a little fuckin hood
Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood
I don't give a fuck, I was locked up, should be dead on in jail

Saturday, where else are you gonna go
Theres no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way, to fist fights and stilletos
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll

Family turns their back on thier son
Now we're all alone
Now we aint got a home
Now we're among our own

Saturday, where else are you gonna go
Theres no way,
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way, to fist fights and stilletos
To rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll