Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Save Rock n Roll, artist - Kid Rock. Date of issue: 18.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
God Save 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 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! |