Текст песни 1998

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
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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

Rancid 1998