text: Standing on the corner of Stuart and the avenue
  Ripping up my transfer and a photograph of you
  Youre 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 its all fucked up
  Seasons change as well as minds, and Im a two-faced clown
  Youre Mommys little nightmare, driving Daddys car around
  Im beat down and half brain dead, the long lost king of fools
  I may be dumb, but Im 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 its all fucked up
  Well, destiny is dead
  In the hands of bad luck
  Before, it might have made some sense
  But now its all fucked up
  We’re all fucked up
  Youre all fucked up