RANCID - 1998 lyrics

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    RANCID LYRICS
    
    "1998"
    White Stones, Queens 1974
    Fathers talking 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 sleeping in the rain
    Little kids sitting 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?
    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 sitting in the rain 
    Little kids sitting 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
    Sidney Sidney in the USA

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