1998

1998 Lyrics

White Stones Queens
1974
Father’s talking sh*t
Mother f**ker slammed the door
Hit the streets running
Cannot take it anymore
In the reins of a train,
I cuddle on the floor.
Wel the park bench door
Sleeping here for free
Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery
Set your self up
Rom Innosence to misery
Oh this is what you want
Not the way, what they f**king say

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Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.

Lower east side
1976
Who’s got the dope
And who’s turnin trix
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 f**k 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 f**king sh*t
1998
Lifting Bait
And mother f**kers that he hates
Hit some f**king 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 f**king say

Hanging out with sid yet again in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.