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Saturday,
Where else are you gunna 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 gunna 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:]</i> 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:]</i> 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:]</i> Nothing can go wrong!

Saturday,
Where else are you gunna 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 gunna 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:]</i> 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:]</i> Bottle of red, straight to the head, detox transaction.
[Lars:]</i> 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 are you gunna 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 gunna 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:]</i> 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 gunna 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 gunna 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]

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never too soon to be through
being cool too much too soon
too much for me too much for you
you're gonna loose in time
every turn looking to burn
some never learn live and learn
stop your searching for a curse
before you end up in a hearse
don't be afraid to show your friends
that you hurt inside inside
pain's part of life don't hide behind your false pride
it's a lie your lie
don't slip away and don't forget
i'll give you more than you can get
it's so lonely when you don't even know
yourself come to me
if you see me getting mighty
if you see me getting high
knock me down
i'm not bigger than life
i'm tired of being untouchable
i'm not above the love
i'm part of you and you're part of me
why did you go away
too late to tell you how i feel
i want you back but i get real
can you hear my falling tears
making rain where you lay
finding what you're looking for
can end up being such a bore
i pray for you most every day
my love's with you now fly away
if you see me getting mighty
if you see me getting high
knock me down
i'm not bigger than life
it's so lonely when you don't even know yourself
it's so lonely

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For weeks your falling, that's my darling
Hear them calling drawing you back
Sawing you in two, using me, using you
What can you do?
Watch out Mack, here's a rat
Falling off the track, fade out black
Black in feedback, hit the flashback
Don't you know we hate that?
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
Your a rattlesnake
Your a rattlesnake
Fuck that shit, I don't wanna hear it
You can't bare it when we blare it
I hate your band, you understand?
You got no passion, it's all fashion
Well you come you can, come come true
Calm down, flames red or blue
You don't know, you got no clue
I see through
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
I fuckin hate you
Your a rattlesnake
You talk that shit about our crew, we hate you
You said you know us, we don't know you
You Jump on the next bandwagon
What's the next fan in, I heard you braggin
But you ain't shit, you get frustrated
We never hesitated to call you a Charlatan
Cause we hate you
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
I fuckin hate you
Your a rattlesnake
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
and I hate you
Your a rattlesnake!