Stuart And The Ave.

Standing on the corner of Stuart and the avenue Ripping up my transfer and a photograph of you You're a blur of my dead past and rotting existence As I stand laughing on the corner of insignificance Well, destiny is dead In the hands of bad luck Before, it might have made some sense But now it's all fucked up Seasons change as well as minds, and I'm a two-faced clown You're Mommy's little nightmare, driving Daddy's car around I'm beat down and half brain dead, the long lost king of fools I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid enough to stay with you Well, destiny is dead In the hands of bad luck Before, it might have made some sense But now it's all fucked up Well, destiny is dead In the hands of bad luck Before, it might have made some sense But now it's all fucked up We're all fucked up You're all fucked up