Stuart And The Ave.

Standing on a corner of Stuart and the avenue
Ripping up my transfer and my photograph of you
You are 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

Season changes as well as mind and I'm a two-faced clown
You are 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

We're all fucked up
You're all fucked up