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 fuck happens to your soul when your low 

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