White Stones, Queens 1974
Fathers talking shit
Motherf*cker slam the door
Hittin' the streets runnin' can I take this any more?
In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor
Well the park bench, door and
Sleeping in the rain
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up
Rom innocence to misery
Oh if this is what you want not
The way of what they f*cking say
Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA
Lower east side 1976
Who's got the dope and
Who's turning tricks?
Should I call a user all for a fix?
Ripping off some lady just to avoid from gettin' sick
But a life runs low when you got no where to go
What the f*ck happens to your soul when your low
Is he comin' over is he comin' home
Oh momma's disappointed waiting by the phone
Yeah!
Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA
Same f*cking shit 1998
Lifting bait, and by the motherf*ckers that he hates
Hit some f*cking people by the Kennedy strait
Who's got the bag gonna seal his fate?
Well the park bench, door and
Sleeping here for free
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up for manifested misery
Well this is what you want
Not the way they f*cking say
Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA
Rancid - 1998 Lyrics
Rancid - 1998 Lyrics
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White Stones, Queens 1974
Fathers talking shit
Motherf*cker slam the door
Hittin' the streets runnin' can I take this any more?
In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor
Well the park bench, door and
Sleeping in the rain
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up
Rom innocence to misery
Oh if this is what you want not
The way of what they f*cking say
Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA
Lower east side 1976
Who's got the dope and
Who's turning tricks?
Should I call a user all for a fix?
Ripping off some lady just to avoid from gettin' sick
But a life runs low when you got no where to go
What the f*ck happens to your soul when your low
Is he comin' over is he comin' home
Oh momma's disappointed waiting by the phone
Yeah!
Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA
Same f*cking shit 1998
Lifting bait, and by the motherf*ckers that he hates
Hit some f*cking people by the Kennedy strait
Who's got the bag gonna seal his fate?
Well the park bench, door and
Sleeping here for free
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up for manifested misery
Well this is what you want
Not the way they f*cking say
Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA
Fathers talking shit
Motherf*cker slam the door
Hittin' the streets runnin' can I take this any more?
In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor
Well the park bench, door and
Sleeping in the rain
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up
Rom innocence to misery
Oh if this is what you want not
The way of what they f*cking say
Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA
Lower east side 1976
Who's got the dope and
Who's turning tricks?
Should I call a user all for a fix?
Ripping off some lady just to avoid from gettin' sick
But a life runs low when you got no where to go
What the f*ck happens to your soul when your low
Is he comin' over is he comin' home
Oh momma's disappointed waiting by the phone
Yeah!
Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA
Same f*cking shit 1998
Lifting bait, and by the motherf*ckers that he hates
Hit some f*cking people by the Kennedy strait
Who's got the bag gonna seal his fate?
Well the park bench, door and
Sleeping here for free
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up for manifested misery
Well this is what you want
Not the way they f*cking say
Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA
Writer: Howard Kusten, Timothy Armstrong
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Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing