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1998 Lyrics Artist(Band):Rancid
Fathers talkin' 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 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 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? Rippin' 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? Your mama'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 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, 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 fucking say! Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA! Sidney! Sidney! in the USA! If you find some error in 1998 Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to brenticus44@hotmail.com for submitting the lyrics. Review about 1998 thumbs up | Reviewer: Anonymous | 12/18/2005 Is this review helpful to you? Yes No Review the song 1998 The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. | | ||||||||||||
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