1998 — аккорды и текст

Rancid - 1998

By: Andrew Mcshan (Guitarguyx182@aol.com)

White Stones, Queens 1974

Fathers talking shit motherfucker slam the door

Hittin' the streets runnin' can I take it any more

In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor

Well the park bench, door and sleeping here for free

Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery

Set yourself up from innocence to misery

Oh if this is what you want not the way of what they fucking

Lower east side 1976

Who's got the dope and who's turning tricks

Should I call a user all for a fix

Rippin 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

Is he comin' over is he comin' home

Oh momma's disappointed waiting by the phone

Yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah)

Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA-A

Sidney Sidney in the USA

Same fuckin' shit 1998

Lifting bait, and 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 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 (say) Yeah (yeah)

Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA-A

Sidney Sidney in the USA

Guitar 2 does this alot though verses