(Composição: Billie Joe Armstrong, Tré Cool, Mike Dirnt) 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 existance 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 [2x] We're all fucked up You're all fucked up
