1998 - Rancid

Father’s talking shit

Mother fucker slammed the door

Hit the streets running

Cannot take it anymore

In the reins of a train,

I cuddle on the floor.

Well the park bench door

Sleeping here for free

Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery

Set your self up

From innocence to misery

Oh this is what you want

Not the way, what they fucking say

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

Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.

Lower east side

Who’s got the dope

And who’s turnin tricks

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 fuck 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 fucking shit

Lifting Bait

And mother fuckers that he hates

Hit some fucking 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 fucking say

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

Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.