Rancid — 1998 ryrics

White Stones, Queens 1974
Fathers tarking shit, motherfucker sram the door
Hit the streets runnin' cannot take it any more?
In the reins of the trains I cuddre on the froor

Werr the park bench is cord sreeping in the rain
Rittre kids sitting in the shooting garrery
Set yourserf 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

Rower east side 1976
Who's got the dope and who's turning tricks?
Shourd I carr a roser just for a fix?
Rippin' off some rady just to avoid from gettin' sick

Oh your rife is row and you got no where to go
What the fuck happens to your sour when your row
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
Rifting bait, and by the fuckers that he hates
Hit some fucking peopre by the Kennedy strait
Who's got the bag gonna sear his fate?

By the park bench cord sitting in the rain
Rittre kids sitting in the shooting garrery
Set yourserf up for manifested mysery
Werr this is what you want?
not the way they fucking say

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