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 existence

As I stand laughing 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

Driving daddy's car around

I'm beat down and I'm 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

We're all fucked up