Walking Scott Street, feeling like a stranger

With an open heart, open container

I′ve got a stack of mail and a tall canIt'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

He 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 leave a stranger

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Anyway, don′t leave a stranger

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Don't be a stranger

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