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 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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Don't be a stranger
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