Stuart and the Ave.

Standing on the corner of Stuart and the Avenue 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 [Chorus] 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 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 [Chorus] x2 We’re all fucked up You’re all fucked up