God Save Rock n Roll Lyrics
| Song | God Save Rock n Roll |
| Artist | Kid Rock |
| Album | Rebel Soul |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Boy next door not too complacent | |
| Lost till he found how to pound the pavement | |
| He walked like a saint lost far in a world of sin | |
| No mama to assure his situation | |
| A misfit piss poor education | |
| He talked a big game but never could seem to win | |
| And southwest Detroit ain’t a place to talk no trash | |
| You can throw some dap but it’s best not to flash no cash | |
| You grow up quick, fightin’ for the upper end of lower class | |
| And sometimes ya feel like sand in an hour glass | |
| Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul | |
| You better learn to play and pray God save rock n roll | |
| He got a four-piece band for his graduation | |
| A second hand van and they toured the nation | |
| But no one seemed to ever wanna sing a long | |
| They headed out west to find salvation | |
| But the Sunset Strip’s a big temptation | |
| The girls and cocaine seemed to write every song | |
| But east LA ain’t a place to talk no trash | |
| You can play for tips but how long can that life last | |
| You grow up quick, writin’ checks your ass can’t cash | |
| And sometimes ya feel like life’s movin’ way too fast | |
| Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul | |
| You better find your way and pray God save rock n roll | |
| Yeah God, save rock n roll | |
| If you could find a way I swear I won’t sell my soul | |
| Hey God, save rock roll | |
| Pave the way and hey God save rock n roll | |
| He got pegged to be the next sensation | |
| A big fat check for his aggravation | |
| And a renegade spot tucked way high up in the hills | |
| His songs played strong on every station | |
| And MTV in full rotation | |
| And his garage was filled up with big Cadillac DeVilles | |
| He sold his soul it was fabrication | |
| Found success but lost his patience | |
| Cuz livin’ on the road ain’t all it’s cracked up to be | |
| He got dropped in the middle of consolidation | |
| His wife took half and then taxation | |
| Left him right back at the alter on his knees | |
| And southwest Detroit ain’t a place to talk no trash | |
| Hey mister big shot, how’s it feel to be back? | |
| Yeah you made it, became a member of the upper class | |
| Forgot your roots and made everybody kiss your ass | |
| Hey there young man, I bet ya never thought you'd get this old | |
| I’m still tryin’ to be, I’m still singin’ in key, I’m still livin’ free | |
| So fuck you all I said long live rock n roll! |
| Boy next door not too complacent | |
| Lost till he found how to pound the pavement | |
| He walked like a saint lost far in a world of sin | |
| No mama to assure his situation | |
| A misfit piss poor education | |
| He talked a big game but never could seem to win | |
| And southwest Detroit ain' t a place to talk no trash | |
| You can throw some dap but it' s best not to flash no cash | |
| You grow up quick, fightin' for the upper end of lower class | |
| And sometimes ya feel like sand in an hour glass | |
| Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul | |
| You better learn to play and pray God save rock n roll | |
| He got a fourpiece band for his graduation | |
| A second hand van and they toured the nation | |
| But no one seemed to ever wanna sing a long | |
| They headed out west to find salvation | |
| But the Sunset Strip' s a big temptation | |
| The girls and cocaine seemed to write every song | |
| But east LA ain' t a place to talk no trash | |
| You can play for tips but how long can that life last | |
| You grow up quick, writin' checks your ass can' t cash | |
| And sometimes ya feel like life' s movin' way too fast | |
| Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul | |
| You better find your way and pray God save rock n roll | |
| Yeah God, save rock n roll | |
| If you could find a way I swear I won' t sell my soul | |
| Hey God, save rock roll | |
| Pave the way and hey God save rock n roll | |
| He got pegged to be the next sensation | |
| A big fat check for his aggravation | |
| And a renegade spot tucked way high up in the hills | |
| His songs played strong on every station | |
| And MTV in full rotation | |
| And his garage was filled up with big Cadillac DeVilles | |
| He sold his soul it was fabrication | |
| Found success but lost his patience | |
| Cuz livin' on the road ain' t all it' s cracked up to be | |
| He got dropped in the middle of consolidation | |
| His wife took half and then taxation | |
| Left him right back at the alter on his knees | |
| And southwest Detroit ain' t a place to talk no trash | |
| Hey mister big shot, how' s it feel to be back? | |
| Yeah you made it, became a member of the upper class | |
| Forgot your roots and made everybody kiss your ass | |
| Hey there young man, I bet ya never thought you' d get this old | |
| I' m still tryin' to be, I' m still singin' in key, I' m still livin' free | |
| So fuck you all I said long live rock n roll! |
| Boy next door not too complacent | |
| Lost till he found how to pound the pavement | |
| He walked like a saint lost far in a world of sin | |
| No mama to assure his situation | |
| A misfit piss poor education | |
| He talked a big game but never could seem to win | |
| And southwest Detroit ain' t a place to talk no trash | |
| You can throw some dap but it' s best not to flash no cash | |
| You grow up quick, fightin' for the upper end of lower class | |
| And sometimes ya feel like sand in an hour glass | |
| Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul | |
| You better learn to play and pray God save rock n roll | |
| He got a fourpiece band for his graduation | |
| A second hand van and they toured the nation | |
| But no one seemed to ever wanna sing a long | |
| They headed out west to find salvation | |
| But the Sunset Strip' s a big temptation | |
| The girls and cocaine seemed to write every song | |
| But east LA ain' t a place to talk no trash | |
| You can play for tips but how long can that life last | |
| You grow up quick, writin' checks your ass can' t cash | |
| And sometimes ya feel like life' s movin' way too fast | |
| Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul | |
| You better find your way and pray God save rock n roll | |
| Yeah God, save rock n roll | |
| If you could find a way I swear I won' t sell my soul | |
| Hey God, save rock roll | |
| Pave the way and hey God save rock n roll | |
| He got pegged to be the next sensation | |
| A big fat check for his aggravation | |
| And a renegade spot tucked way high up in the hills | |
| His songs played strong on every station | |
| And MTV in full rotation | |
| And his garage was filled up with big Cadillac DeVilles | |
| He sold his soul it was fabrication | |
| Found success but lost his patience | |
| Cuz livin' on the road ain' t all it' s cracked up to be | |
| He got dropped in the middle of consolidation | |
| His wife took half and then taxation | |
| Left him right back at the alter on his knees | |
| And southwest Detroit ain' t a place to talk no trash | |
| Hey mister big shot, how' s it feel to be back? | |
| Yeah you made it, became a member of the upper class | |
| Forgot your roots and made everybody kiss your ass | |
| Hey there young man, I bet ya never thought you' d get this old | |
| I' m still tryin' to be, I' m still singin' in key, I' m still livin' free | |
| So fuck you all I said long live rock n roll! |
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