Scott Street

Walking Scott Street, feeling like a stranger
With an open heart, open container
Ive got a stack of mail and a tall can
Its a shower beer, its a payment plan
Theres helicopters over my head
Every night when I go to bed
Spending money and I earned it
When Im lonely, thats when Ill 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
He said: What does that make me?
I asked you: How is playing drums?
You said: Its too much **** to carry
And what about the band?
You said: Theyre all getting married
Do you feel ashamed
When you hear my name?
Anyway, dont leave a stranger
Anyway, dont leave a stranger
Dont be a stranger