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Standing on the corner of
Cheapskate on the hill
Stuart and the Avenue
A thrill seeker making deals
Ripping up my transfer
Sugar city urchin wasting time
And a photograph of you
Town of lunatics
You're a blur of my dead past and rotting existance
Begging for another fix
As I stand laughing on the corner of insignificance
Turning tricks for speedballs
One more night
Well, destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck
Making your rounds once again
Before it might have made some sense
Turning up empty handed
But now it's all fucked up
Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Seasons change as well as minds
Last up at dawn... tight wad hill
And I'm a two faced clown
You're mommy's little nightmare
Drugstore hooligan
Driving daddy's car around
Another white trash mannequin
I'm beat down and half brain dead
On display to rot up on the hill
The long lost king of fools
Living out a lie
I may be dumb
But having the time of his life
But I'm not stupid enough to stay with you
Hating every minute of his existance
Well, destiny is dead
Making your rounds once again
In the hands of bad luck
Turning up empty handed
Before it might have made some sense
Bumming a ride
But now it's all fucked up
Burning daylight
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Last up at dawn... tight wad hill
All fucked up...
Making your rounds once again
All fucked up...>
Turning up empty handed
Bumming a ride
Burning daylight
Last up at dawn... tight wad hill
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