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 let 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 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

We're all fucked up
You're all fucked up

I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by, still I try
No rest for crosstops in my room
On my own, here we go

My eyes feel like they're going to bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry, my face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own, here we go

My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crocked spine, my sense is dulled
Passed the point of delirium
On my own, here we go

Cheapskate on the hill
A thrill seeker making deals
Suger city urchin wasting time
Town of lunatics
Begging for another fix
Turning tricks for speedballs one more night

Making your rounds once again
Turning and empty handed
Bumming a ride
Burning day light
Last up at down
Tight Wad Hill

Drugstore hooligan
Another white trash mannequin
On display to rot up on the hill
Living out a lie
But having the time of his life
Hating every minute of his existence