RANCID 16-1998 Lyrics

White Stones, Queens, 1974
Fathers talkin' s___, m_________er slam the door
Hit the streets runnin' cannot take it any more
In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor

Well the park bench is cold, sleepin' here for free
Little kids sittin' in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up from innocence to misery
Oh if this is what you want
not the way of what they f___ing 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?
Rippin' off some lady just to avoid from gettin' sick

Oh your life is low and you got no where to go
What the f___ happens to your soul when your low?
Is he comin' over? is he comin' home?
Your mama's disappointed, waiting by the phone

Yeah!!!

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

Same f___in' s___, 1998
Lifting bait, and by the f___ers that he hates
Hit some f___ing people by the Kennedy strait
Who's got the bag gonna seal his fate?

By the park bench cold, sleepin' here for free
Little kids sittin' in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up from innocence to misery
Oh if this is what you want
not the way of what they f___ing say!

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

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