Stuart and the Ave. - Green Day

Standing on the corner of Stuart and the avenue

Ripping up my transfer and a photograph of you

You’re 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 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 brain dead, the long lost king of fools

I may be 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