Stuart And The Ave.

Standin' on the corner of Stuart and the Avenue
Rippin' up my transfer and a photograph of you
You're a blur on my dead past and rottin' existence
As I stand laughin' 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 drivin' 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