Scott Street

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

Anyway, don't be a stranger

Anyway, don't be a stranger

Don't be a stranger