Texty: Rancid. ...And Out Come The Wolves. Olympia, Wa.

Hangin' out with Lars down on 6th street he knew that I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the devil
There was something burnin' deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans these girls took us to the fun house
Where we played a lonely pinball machine

Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to go my way
And New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia

I'm having a hard time understanding, it gets all too demanding
She's all gone and I'm stranded
Something burning deep inside of me
All I know it's 4'o'clock and she ain't never showed up
And I watched a thousand people go home from work, yeah

Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to go my way
And New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia

How many times will it take me before I go crazy?
Before I lose everything?
Something burning deep inside of me
Ran into three Puerto Ricans those girls took us to the fun house
I don't wanna be alone again

Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by but none of them seem to go my way
And New York City well I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia