Letra de Spirit Of '87

Saturday
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
To fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll

Saturday
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
To fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll, to rock and roll, rock and roll

[Tim:] There's a club on the coast, where the kids get lost, and no one's gonna stare
Yeah, chuck T's and bleached jeans with dayglow mohawk hair
Yeah, misfits and homeless kids all call their home there
Don't tell me it ain't real! Don't you fucking dare!
[Lars:] Yeah, punk style 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 punx, and wayward ones
[Matt:] Nothing can go wrong!

Saturday
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
To fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll

Saturday
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
To 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
So many styles, always so wild, that's the fucking attraction
She said "What? I'll fuck 'em up", that's her satisfaction
[Matt:] Bottle of red, straight to the head, detox transaction
[Lars:] Hell's Angel's ran my neighborhood
It was always understood
I was running errands for the Angels
I was a little fucking hood!
Punk rock was my way out, it was always in my blood
I don't give a fuck if I was locked up, should be dead or in jail!

Saturday
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
To fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll

Saturday
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
To 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 you gunna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
To fist fights and stilettos
To rock and roll, rock and roll

Saturday
Where else you gunna go?
There's no way
I'm gonna end up at the disco
Make my way
To 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]