No Place for Disgrace
Album - 31 maggio 1988 - Debaser id 111996

[Original: Elton John]

It's getting late haven't seen my mates,
Ma tell me when the boys get here.
It's seven o'clock and I wanna mosh,
Wanna get my belly full of beer.
My old man's drunker than a bar full of whinos,
And my old lady she don't care.
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots,
A handful of grease in her hair.

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Don't give us none of your aggravation,
We've had it with your discipline.
Saturday night's alright for fightin',
Get a little action in.
Get about as oiled as a diesel train,
Gonna set this town alight.
Saturday night's the night I like,
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright.

Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight,
I'm looking for a bitch who will see me right.
I may use a little muscle to get what I need,
I may sink a little Jack and shout out: 'she's with me'.
A couple of sounds that I really like,
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike.
I'm a juvenile product of the working class,
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.

[repeat chorus]

Saturday's the night, yeah.

[repeat chorus]

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday night's alright.

[repeat and fade]

Does it teach? Can it learn? Are you sure it's right?
One that's young sees the circled "R", does he buy it?
What the fuck! Can't he buy what he wants to hear?
You muzzle us, we'll muscle you! You'll live in demented fear.

Is it good for us or harmful? Does it enlighten or repress?
Our children need to know what's going on and that our world is a mess.
What the fuck! Can't we say what we think anymore?
Clean up the world, and we'll be singing praises forever more...

[chorus:]
Can't you see, you're ripping away our independence,
No one cares but you.
There's never a way to stop the music,
If you're hard on us, we're gonna be hard on you, H.O.Y!
Can't you see, you're ripping away our independence,
No one cares but you.
There's never a way to stop the music,
If you're hard on us, we're gonna be hard on you, H.O.Y!

You say teach the children right, who's to say we're wrong?
If your committee is so damn right, why did we write this song?
What the fuck! Can we write what we feel or not?
You muzzle us, we'll kick your ass!
You'll see that we can't be bought!

[repeat chorus]

Your life passes you by, I live, you die.
The arena is mine, I live, you die.

Entry of the gladiators, 264 B.C.
The emperors and nobles have made a pawn of me.
I battle slaves end free men and wild blood thirsty beasts.
The red sand surrounds me, so they can't see them bleed.

[chorus:]
Your life passes you by (I live you die).
The Reaper is near.
Again the arena is mine (I live you die).
I live you die.

Sword drawn and battle ready, Trajan in command.
Fight 'till death 100 days, corpses of 2000 men.
The masses they decide the fate of a fallen men.
Thumbs down in drunken haste, life's taker and giver I am.

[repeat chorus]

Innocent children dressed like the sacred lamb,
Taken for Nero's-slaughter, as the people look away,
To the pit dogs they are prey, the people look away... they look away...

I live, you die!

Persecuted Christians in the blood soaked ring.
Many over many lose their lives, peace to their soul it brings.
The thrills from the kills, those that I have slain,
Are keeping my heart pounding, I live another day.

Your live passes you by (I live you die).
The Reaper is near.
Again the arena is mine (I live you die).
I live again.
Your live passes you by (I live you die).
The Reaper is near.
Again the arena is mine (I live you die).
I live you die.
Die! Die! Die!