Rancid - 1998 Lyrics
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1998
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What Are The Lyrics For 1998 By Rancid?
White Stones, Queens 1974
Fathers talking shit Motherfucker slam the door Hittin' the streets runnin' can I take this any more? In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor Well the park bench, door and Sleeping in the rain Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery Set yourself up Rom innocence to misery Oh if this is what you want not The way of what they fucking say Hanging 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 user all for a fix? Ripping off some lady just to avoid from gettin' sick But a life runs low when you got no where to go What the f*ck happens to your soul when your low Is he comin' over is he comin' home Oh momma's disappointed waiting by the phone Yeah! Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA Sidney Sidney in the USA Same fucking shit 1998 Lifting bait, and by the 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 and 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 Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA Sidney Sidney in the USA |
Who Wrote 1998 By Rancid?
Howard Kusten, Timothy Armstrong
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What's The Duration Of The 1998 By Rancid?The duration of 1998 is 2:47 minutes and seconds. |
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