歌曲 | God Save Rock n Roll |
歌手 | Kid Rock |
专辑 | Rebel Soul |
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! |