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 existance
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 bain dead
The long lost king of fools
I may be dumb
But I´m not stupuid enough to stay with you