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?"

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