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