Verse: B A G E White Stones, Queens 1974 B A G E Fathers talking shit motherfucker slam the door B A G E Hittinʼ the streets runninʼ can I take it any more D F# In the reins of the trains I cuddle on the floor B A G E Well the park bench, door and sleeping here for free B A G E Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery B A G E Set yourself up from innocence to misery D F# Oh if this is what you want not the way of what they fucking Chorus: B A Say (say) Yeah (yeah) E F# B A Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA-A E F# Sidney Sidney in the USA Verse: Lower east side 1976 Whoʼs got the dope and whoʼs turning tricks Should I call a user all for a fix Rippin off some lady just to avoid from gettin sick B A G E But a life runs low when you got no where to go B A G E What the fuck happens to your soul when your low B A G E Is he cominʼ over is he cominʼ home D F# Oh mommaʼs disappointed waiting by the phone Chorus: B A Yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) E F# B A Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA-A E F# Sidney Sidney in the USA A E x3 D F# A E x3 D F# Verse: B A G E Same fuckinʼ shit 1998 B A G E Lifting bait, and motherfuckers that he hates B A G E Hit some fucking people by the Kennedy strait D F# Whoʼs got the bag gonna seal his fate? B A G E Well the park bench, door sleeping here for free B A G E Little kids sitting in the shooting gallery B A G E Set yourself up for manifested misery D F# Well this is what you want not the way they fucking Chorus: B A Say (say) Yeah (yeah) E F# B A Hangin out with Sid yet again in the USA-A E F# Sidney Sidney in the USA B A G E B
