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