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 [bad word] 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