| 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 |