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