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Rancid - 1998

White Stones, Queens 1974.

Fathers talking shit.

motherfucker 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.

From innocence to misery.

Oh if this is what you want not

the way of what they fucking say.

Hangin 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?

Rippen off some lady just to avoid from gettin' sick.

But a life runs low when you got no where to go.

What the fuck happens to your soul when your low.

Is he comin' over is he comin' home.

Oh momma's disappointed waiting by the phone.

Yeah!!!

Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA.

Sidney Sidney in the USA.

Same fuckin' shit 1998.

Lifting bait, and by the motherfuckers that he hates.

Hit some fucking 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 fucking say



Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA

Sidney Sidney in the USA

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