Green Day

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 fucked 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