1998 Lyrics

White stones queens 1974
Fathers talking shit mother fucker slammed the door
Hittin the streets runnin cannot take this any more
In the reins of the trains i cuddle on the floor
Well the park bench is cold
Sleeping in the rain
Little kids sittin in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up from manifested mysery
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 loser just for a fix
Rippen off some lady just to avoid from gettin sick
Oh your life is low and you got no where to go
What the fuck happens to your soul when your low
Is he comin over is he comin home
A mamas disappointed waiting by the phone
Hangin out with sidney yet again in the usa
Sidney sidney in the usa
Same fuckin shit 1998
Lifting bait by the motherfuckers 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 sittin in the rain
Little kids sittin in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up for manifested mysery
Well this is what you want not the way they fucking say
Hangin out with sid yet again in the usa