1998 lyrics
White Stones, Queens 1974
Fathers talking shit, motherfucker slam the door Hit the streets runnin' cannot take it any more? In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor Well the park bench is cold sleeping in the rain Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery Set yourself up from manifested mysery 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 loser just for a fix? Rippin' off some lady just to avoid from gettin' sick Oh your life is low and you got no where to go What the fuck happens to your soul when your low Is he comin' over? is he comin' home? Your mama'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 fuckers that he hates Hit some fucking people by the Kennedy strait Who's got the bag gonna seal his fate? By the park bench cold sitting in the rain Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery Set yourself up for manifested mysery 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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