Stuart and the Ave.

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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]
Well, destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck
Before, it might have made some sense
But now it's all fucked up

[Instrumental Bridge]

[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
We’re all fucked up
You're all fucked up