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1998 lyrics 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 rom 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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