RANCID


1998 Lyrics

White Stones, Queens 1974
Fathers talking shit
motherf**ker 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**king 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 f**k 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 f**kin' shit 1998
Lifting bait, and by the motherf**kers that he hates
Hit some f**king 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**king say

Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA

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Songwriter(s): Timothy Armstrong, Howie Pyro, Howard
Publisher(s): Wixen Music Publishing Inc., I Want To Go Where The Action Is Music, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Maggotunes
Record Label(s): 1998 Epitaph
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