Walking Scott Street
feeling like
a stranger
With an open heart
open container
I've got
a stack of mail
and a tall can
It's a shower beer
it's a payment plan
There's helicopters
over my head
Every night
when I go to bed
Spending money
and I earned it
When I'm lonely
that's when
I'll burn it
Do you feel
ashamed
When you hear
my name
I asked you
How is your sister
I heard she got
her degree
And I said
That makes me
feel old
You said
What does
that make me
I asked you
How is
playing drums
You said
It's too much shit
to carry
And what about
the band
You said
They're all
getting married
Do you feel
ashamed
When you hear
my name
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Anyway
don't be
a stranger
anyway
don't be
a starnger
Don't be
a stranger
Ooh ooh ooh