White Stones, Queens 1974
Fathers talking shit motherfucker slam the door
Hittin' the streets runnin' can I take it any more
In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor
Well the park bench, door and sleeping here for free
Little kids sitting 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
CHORUS:
Say (say) Yeah (yeah)
Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA-A
Sidney Sidney in the USA
BRIDGE
But a life runs low when you got no where to go
What the fuck happens to your soul when your low
Is he comin' over is he comin' home
Oh momma's disappointed waiting by the phone
Yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah)
Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA-A
Sidney Sidney in the USA
BRIDGE
VERSE
Same fuckin' shit 1998
Lifting bait, and motherfuckers that he hates
Hit some fucking people by the Kennedy strait
Who's got the bag gonna seal his fate?
Well the park bench, door sleeping here for free
Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery
Set yourself up for manifested misery
Well this is what you want not the way they fucking
Say (say) Yeah (yeah)
Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA-A
Sidney Sidney in the USA
Guitar 2 does this alot though verses
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