Standing on the corner of Stuart and the ave Ripping up my transfer and a photograph of you Youґre 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 itґs all fucked up Seasons change as well as minds And Iґm a two-faced clown Youґre mommyґs little nightmare Driving daddyґs car around Iґm beat down and half bain dead The long lost king of fools I may be dumb But Iґm not stupuid enough to stay with you