Stuart And The Ave.

Standing on the corner of Stuart and the Ave. 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 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 Destiny is dead In the hands of bad luck Before it might have made some sense But now it's all fucked up Destiny is dead In the hands of bad luck Before it might have made some sense But now it's all fucked up All fucked up All fucked up