1998
White Stones Queens
1974
Father's talking shit
Mother fucker slammed the door
Hit the streets running
Cannot take it anymore
In the reins of a train,
I cuddle on the floor.
Well the park bench door
Sleeping here for free
Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery
Set your self up
From innocence to misery
Oh this is what you want
Not the way, what they fucking say
Hanging out with sid yet again in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.
Lower east side
1976
Who's got the dope
And who's turnin tricks
Should i call a loser all for a fix
Rippen off some lady
Just to avoid from gettin sick
Well when life runs slow
When you got nowhere to go
What the fuck happen to your soul when your low
Is he coming over?
Is he coming home?
Oh momma's disappointed,
Waiting by the phone
Yeah
Hanging out with sid yet again in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.
Same fucking shit
1998
Lifting Bait
And mother fuckers that he hates
Hit some fucking people,
By the Kennedy Straight
Who got the Bag,
Gonna seal his fate
Well the park bench door
And sleeping here for free
Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery
Set your self up
For Manifested misery
Oh this is what you want
I don't care, what they fucking say
Hanging out with sid yet again in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.
1974
Father's talking shit
Mother fucker slammed the door
Hit the streets running
Cannot take it anymore
In the reins of a train,
I cuddle on the floor.
Well the park bench door
Sleeping here for free
Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery
Set your self up
From innocence to misery
Oh this is what you want
Not the way, what they fucking say
Hanging out with sid yet again in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.
Lower east side
1976
Who's got the dope
And who's turnin tricks
Should i call a loser all for a fix
Rippen off some lady
Just to avoid from gettin sick
Well when life runs slow
When you got nowhere to go
What the fuck happen to your soul when your low
Is he coming over?
Is he coming home?
Oh momma's disappointed,
Waiting by the phone
Yeah
Hanging out with sid yet again in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.
Same fucking shit
1998
Lifting Bait
And mother fuckers that he hates
Hit some fucking people,
By the Kennedy Straight
Who got the Bag,
Gonna seal his fate
Well the park bench door
And sleeping here for free
Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery
Set your self up
For Manifested misery
Oh this is what you want
I don't care, what they fucking say
Hanging out with sid yet again in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.
Credits
Writer(s): Howard (pka) "howie Pryo" Kusten, Tim Armstrong
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