What brings you around?
Did you lose something the last time you were here?
You’ll never find it now
It’s buried deep with your identity
So stand aside and let the next one pass
Don’t ket the door kick you in the ass
There’s no return from 86
Don’t even try
Exit out the back
And never show your head around again
Purchase your ticket and
Quickly take the last train out of town
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 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 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 bain dead
The long lost king of fools
I may be dumb
But I´m not stupuid enough to stay with you
