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Wystone Clinics, 1974
Father’s talking s***
Mother f***** slammed the door
Hit the streets running

Cannot take it anymore
In the reins of a train, I cuddle on the floor
In the apartment next door and sleeping here for free
Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery

Set your self up
But in the system it’s a raid
Oh this is what you want
Not the way, what they f****** say

Hanging out with Sid and a kid in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.

Lower east side, 1976
Who’s got the dope
And who’s gonna doing trips?
Should I call a loser all for a fix

Rippin' off some lady
Just to avoid from gettin' sick
Well, I life moves slow
When you got nowhere to go

What the f*** happen to your son all alone
Is he coming over? Is he coming home?
Oh, mommas disappointed
Waiting’ by the phone

Hanging out with Sid and a kid in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.

Same f****** s***, 1998
And mother f****** that he hates
Hates the f****** people
But they cannot see straight
Who got the crack, gonna seal his fate

In the apartment next door and sleeping here for free
Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery set your self up
But in the system it’s a raid oh, this is what you want
I don't care, what they f****** say

Hanging out with Sid and a kid in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A