1998

歌詞

<♪> 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 On the park bench is door and sleeping in the friend Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery Set yourself up from manifested misery Oh if this is what you want not the way of what they fucking say Yeah Hanging 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 Oh for a fix? Rippin' off some lady just to avoid from gettin' sick What I life bought 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? Your mama's disappointed waiting by the phone Yeah!!! Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA Sidney Sidney in the USA <♪> Yeah 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 mani- fested misery Well this is what you want? not the way they fucking say Yeah Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA Sidney Sidney in the USA <♪>