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 sh** 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 leave a stranger
Anyway, don't leave a stranger
Don't be a stranger