Rancid Lyrics
Rancid Lyrics
"Spirit of '87 Lyrics"
Carnival Eyes (Mapeye) Lyrics
Gone away Someone else son's gone What a day For dreaming Hard hurt heart The holds the door Buried in time In hallways bleeding And all the time they walk the line And all the time in asking land Who's that girl Who like to dance all day? Beauty is always so strange Carnival girl Where do those eyes come from?
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, There
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 satisf
Gone away Someone else son's gone What a day For dreaming Hard hurt heart The holds the door Buried in time In hallways bleeding And all the time they walk the line And all the time in asking land Who's that girl Who like to dance all day? Beauty is always so strange Carnival girl Where do those eyes come from?
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, There
Time To Be Your 21 Lyrics
You never lied to me not once Its not your fault that I cant trust Its in my past, its in my path and I can't go there Making a mess out of this game To see it all go up in flames So tired of being ruthless and wreckless Time to be your only one To almost be you're way too young Time to crash into the sun Time to be your 21 Time to d
s a club on the coast where all the kids get along, Skins and punx and wayward ones.You never lied to me not once Its not your fault that I cant trust Its in my past, its in my path and I can't go there Making a mess out of this game To see it all go up in flames So tired of being ruthless and wreckless Time to be your only one To almost be you're way too young Time to crash into the sun Time to be your 21 Time to d
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 satisf
Rocking Alone In An Old Rockin' Chair Lyrics
Sitting alone in an old rockin' chair I saw an old mother with silvery hair She seemed so neglected by those who should care Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair Her hands were caloused and wrinckled and old A life full of hard work was the story they told And I've thought of angels as I saw her there Rocking alone in an old rockin' chairction,
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.
Everybo
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)
Sitting alone in an old rockin' chair I saw an old mother with silvery hair She seemed so neglected by those who should care Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair Her hands were caloused and wrinckled and old A life full of hard work was the story they told And I've thought of angels as I saw her there Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair
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.
Everybo
Double Trouble Lyrics
(Words & music by Pomus - Shuman) Some guys fall in love with one girl, I gotta fall for two There's just so much lovin' that one heart's supposed to do So I go around with my heart draggin' on the ground Doggin' me around, I'm the sorriest sight in town I got double trouble, I got double trouble I got double trouble twice as much as anybody else
dy: Family turns their back on their son,(Words & music by Pomus - Shuman) Some guys fall in love with one girl, I gotta fall for two There's just so much lovin' that one heart's supposed to do So I go around with my heart draggin' on the ground Doggin' me around, I'm the sorriest sight in town I got double trouble, I got double trouble I got double trouble twice as much as anybody else
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)