Standing on the corner of
Stuart and the Avenue.
Ripping up my transfer
and a photograph of you.
You are a blur of my dead past
and rotting existence.
I stand laughing on
the corner of insignificance.
(refrão)
Destiny is dead.
In the hands of bad luck.
Before it might've made some sense
but now it's all fucked up.
(verso)
Season change as well 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.
(refrão)
Destiny is dead.
In the hands of bad luck.
Before it might've made some sense
but now it's all fucked up.