Rancid 

 

  

 

   Old Friend

 

 

  Look up you're in Cleveland again a solid line that never ends I've got

  stories you'll never realize and I know it I wear it on my sleeve there must

  be somethin' about you that I liked but right here in the rain you know it

  just don't seem right I always go out I never hide but in Cleveland I should

  have stayed inside good morning heartache your like an old friend come and see

  me again testify my love for you I know it runs deep through your body too

  from the cold blacktop to the hot concrete the old tan van it ain't so sweet

  somewhere in America in the city at night we were far from home but you know

  it was gonna be alright the unfortunate get prayed on by vultures eyes 86

  cents in these pockets of mine