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