Walking Scott Street, feeling like a strangerWith an open heart, open containerI've got a stack of mail and a tall canIt's a shower beer, it's a payment planThere's helicopters over my headEvery night when I go to bedSpending money and I earned itWhen I'm lonely, that's when I'll burn it
Do you feel ashamedWhen 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 ashamedWhen you hear my name?
Anyway, don't be a strangerAnyway, don't be a stranger
Don't be a stranger