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Rancid (Mouseover for the latest Billie Joe Armstrong Videos and News)  Send " Rancid" Ringtones to your Cell The Lyrics Are Below  Rancid Spirit of '87   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)   Click here to return to my Rancid lyrics page The lyrics are Copyright their respective owners.  Send " Rancid" Ringtones to your Cell Sign Up For My Newsletter Subscribe | Unsubscribe Site Map | Disclaimer | Privacy Policy | Media Kit | Submissions/Corrections Website © 2000-2012 mattsmusicpage.com. All rights reserved. Operated by MM Page, LLC Custom Search