God Save Rock n Roll

Album: Rebel Soul (2012)
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  • 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! Writer/s: ROBERT JAMES RITCHIE
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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