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 existance

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