Standing on a corner of Stuart and the avenue

　　Ripping up my transfer and my photograph of you

　　You are 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

　　Season changes as well as mind and I'm a two-faced clown

　　You are mommy's little nightmare, driving daddy's car around

　　I'm beat down and half brain dead, the long lost king of fools

　　I maybe 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

　　You're all fucked up