1998 Lyrics by Rancid

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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