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” 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
Anyway, don’t be a stranger Anyway, don’t be a stranger Don’t be a stranger