God Save Rock And Roll

Intro: () 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 Solo: ( ) 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!