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Olympia, Wa.

Rancid


Hanging out with Lars down on 6th Street He knew that I was in trouble I was feeling much like the devil There was something burning deep inside of me Ran into three Puerto Ricans These girls took us to the funhouse Where we played a lonely pinball machine Hanging on the corner of 52nd and Broadway Cars passing by, but none of them seem to go my way New York City, well I wish I was on the highway Back to Olympia I'm having a hard time understanding It gets all too demanding She's all cold and I'm stranded Something burning deep inside of me All I know it's 4 o' clock and She aint ever showed up and I've watched a thousand people go home from work Hanging on the corner of 52nd and Broadway Cars passing by, but none of them seem to go my way New York City, well I wish I was on the 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 These girls took us to the funhouse I don't wanna be alone again Hanging on the corner of 52nd and Broadway Cars passing by, but none of them seem to go my way New York City, well I wish I was on the highway Back to Olympia